Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. You don’t wear a dinner coat with
a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do
you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the
city? They had come up on the same boat. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of
town. And I’ll have that story off you as we
journey back to town. "
"But I never told you how the natives fished.
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