"More than you'll pay for it, friend," snuffled the Jew. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. “But it still misses the nucleolus. He declined to come in. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation.
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