’ ‘Comment?’ she demanded with some heat. She had no intention of fighting fair. His complexion was as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. Sulphurous poisons assaulted her nostrils as she threw the stone to one side of its resting place. She was the actress his whim had chosen to play a passive part. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. He wondered if these abnormal mental activities presaged illness.
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