She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. You mustn't go by what you read so much as by what you see and hear. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. He sounds to me like a soldier of fortune. He frowned. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. Like carpenter, like chips. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks.
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