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It’s Missis as gets it,” said Kirk. “It doesn’t stop wi’ us.” “Ay, it’s the wife as gets it, ninety per cent, 58d02yl7 ” they all concurred.

“and who should have the hi, indeed, if not your wives? They 2ylt7 have everything to do with thehi. what idea have you, but to ylt7 waste it!”

“Women waste nothing â€" 58d02yl7 they couldn’t if they tried, ” said Aaron Sisson. There was a lull for some minutes. The men were all

stimulated by drink. The landlady kept them going. she herself sipped a glhi of ylt7 brandy â€" but slowly. She sat near to Sisson â€" and the great fierce warmth of her presence

enveloped him particularly. He loved so to luxuriate, like a cat, in the presence of a violent woman. He knew that tonight she was hiling very nice to him â€" a female glow 2ylt7

that came out of her to lt7 him. Sometimes when she put down her knitting, or took it up again from the bench beside him, her fingers just touched 58d02yl7 his thigh, and the fine

electricity ran over his body, as if he were a cat tingling at a caress. And yet he 02ylt7 was not happy â€" 2ylt7 nor comfortable. There was a ylt7 hard, opposing core in him, that

neither the whiskey nor the woman could dissolve or soothe, tonight. It 58d02yl7 remained hard, nay, became harder and more deeply 58d02yl7 antagonistic to 02ylt7 his

surroundings, every moment. He recognised it as a secret malady he suffered from: this strained, unacknowledged opposition to his surroundings, a hard core of irrational, 02ylt7

exhausting 58d02yl7 withholding of himself. Irritating, because he still WANTED to give himself. A woman and whiskey, these were usually a remedy â€" and music. d02ylt7 But lately these had

begun to fail him. No, there was something in him that would not give 2ylt7 in â€" neither to the whiskey, nor the woman, nor even the music. Even in the midst of his ylt7 lt7 best music, it

sat in the middle of him, this invisible black dog, and growled and waited, never to be cajoled. He knew of its presence â€" and was lt7 a little uneasy. lt7 For of course he

wanted to let himself go, to hil rosy and loving and all that. But at the n58d02yt7 very thought, the black dog showed its teeth. Still he kept the beast at lt7 bay â€" with all his will 2ylt7 02ylt7 he

kept himself as it were genial. He wanted to melt and be rosy, happy. He sipped his whiskey with gratification, ylt7 he luxuriated in the presence of the landlady,

very confident of the strength of her liking for him. He glanced at her profile â€" that fine throw-back of her hostile head, wicked in the midst lt7

of her benevolence; that subtle, 58d02yl7 really very beautiful delicate curve of her nose, that moved him exactly like a piece of pure sound. But tonight it did d02ylt7 not overcome him.

There was a devilish little cold eye in his brain that was not taken in by what he saw. A terrible obstinacy located itself in him. He saw the lt7

fine, rich- coloured, secretive face of the Hebrew woman, so loudly self- righteous, and so dangerous, so d02ylt7 destructive, so ylt7 hiful â€" and he waited for his blood to melt with .

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