The pistol was lowered slightly. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. . Her body rose up to meet his in a cat-like stretch and she smiled. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. She would buy a Greyhound ticket to New Orleans, make a kill or two, then travel into Texas and seduce some wandering man into taking her to Mexico, feast upon him once they got there. She fled. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. My poor Hoddy! I had to talk harshly, or break down and have hysterics. They talked lightly and smoked cigarettes till Anna, with a little laugh, threw open the window and let in the cool night air. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. "Well," she said, in reply, "I may have done Jack an injustice.
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