You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. Then she called a hansom and drove home. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous. Why should she trouble herself over that young fool, who was nothing to her; who, when he eventually sobered up, would not be able to recognize her, or if he did, as something phantasmagorical? Perhaps he should not apply the term "fool"; "unfortunate" might be the more accurate application. Shouldn't you be getting home?\" \"It's not far. ” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. Then, naturally, I went on talking. He asked me to watch Mr. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. Anyone would be intrigued. " The girl fished into the bottle for an olive.
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