She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. She felt like a dried-up old woman. She read the policeman’s rueful glance when she caught his refection in his rearview mirror. Lord, but it was a nun! Just as he had suspected. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. . For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. Women and men had always flocked to him, covetous of his knowledge, his riches, and if all else failed, his carnal expertise. “My God!” he said at last, with tremendous feeling, and then again, “My God!” Now that this thing was said her mind was clear and calm.
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