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. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud. At nine o'clock, the sheriffs arrived, followed by their officers and javelin-men. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved.
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