He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Her lips parted, but no words came. He divided London into districts; appointed a gang to each district; and a leader to each gang, whom he held responsible to himself. I don’t care! I’m glad I did. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. He did not spend more time with her. ’ ‘Ah, that was an affair altogether different,’ she explained and fluttered her long lashes at him.
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