“I expect it is
pretty well in shreds by now. "
Quitting the night-cellar, the trio soon arrived at the riverside. The telegram dispatched, his obligation cancelled, Ah Cum proceeded
homeward, chuckling occasionally. Every home is a little recess, a niche, out of the world of
business and competition, in which women and the future shelter. The pair then
descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over
the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted
Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. Her head felt absurdly like one of those noddling
manikins in the Hong-Kong curio-shops. The relationship seemed to have almost as much to do with
blood and body as a mortgage. She
was leaning over him and he smelled her like he had
never smelled anyone before. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen. She wanted
him, she needed sex, but the two ideas had not formed an
equation where a concrete result could be deduced.
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