” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. She knew that to expect more now was like anticipating a gold-mine in the garden. She too had seen. . Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. ‘And certainly I wish that Joan will come with us. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep.
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