“It’s precious unromantic. 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. Shouting to his companion, even as they passed by where I hid myself, he called out that he thought to find you at the convent. Chuck was parading around with Joanie’s brassiere and underpanties on, with the kids in the very next room! It was hard to look into Chuck’s eyes when she invited the couple over for dinner after witnessing Chuck’s little episode. I was helpless. He was a comforting, humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in psychology and physiognomy. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. It had seemed to her that life might be very good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. I should scarcely have known you. Which is also puzzling. Mesdames Thierry and Poussaint appeared delighted to meet Gerald, and he was obliged to do the pretty to their daughters too.
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