“There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. He reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor, where he lay very still. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt.
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