” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. “I feel shabby and disgraced. . The day was so darkly overcast that she had to turn on the small white porcelain lamp that sat upon the makeup crowded vanity. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion.
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