Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. He swung it open and then used his body to pin her against her seat. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. His movements became quicker, and she made grinding motions with her hips that began to please her as well. " "Impossible!" rejoined his mother. He put his arms around her in a circular embrace. He was perhaps forty-five years of age. “May I sit beside you?” “It’s a very difficult one,” said her aunt. “I have the right of the man who loves you,” he declared. Eh bien, why did he not repeat it? What was she to say? ‘Prudence,’ she began hesitantly, pronouncing the name in the French way, ‘has said that she will help me to—to marry an Englishman.
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