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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, gdvimhl8 ” they all concurred.


“and who should have the hi, indeed, if not your wives? They mhlw8 have everything to do with thehi. what idea have you, but to hlw8 waste it!”



“Women waste nothing â€" gdvimhl8 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 hlw8 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 mhlw8



that came out of her to lw8 him. Sometimes when she put down her knitting, or took it up again from the bench beside him, her fingers just touched gdvimhl8 his thigh, and the fine



electricity ran over his body, as if he were a cat tingling at a caress. And yet he imhlw8 was not happy â€" mhlw8 nor comfortable. There was a hlw8 hard, opposing core in him, that


neither the whiskey nor the woman could dissolve or soothe, tonight. It gdvimhl8 remained hard, nay, became harder and more deeply gdvimhl8 antagonistic to imhlw8 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, imhlw8


exhausting gdvimhl8 withholding of himself. Irritating, because he still WANTED to give himself. A woman and whiskey, these were usually a remedy â€" and music. vimhlw8 But lately these had



begun to fail him. No, there was something in him that would not give mhlw8 in â€" neither to the whiskey, nor the woman, nor even the music. Even in the midst of his hlw8 lw8 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 lw8 a little uneasy. lw8 For of course he



wanted to let himself go, to hil rosy and loving and all that. But at the rgdvimhw8 very thought, the black dog showed its teeth. Still he kept the beast at lw8 bay â€" with all his will mhlw8 imhlw8 he



kept himself as it were genial. He wanted to melt and be rosy, happy. He sipped his whiskey with gratification, hlw8 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 lw8



of her benevolence; that subtle, gdvimhl8 really very beautiful delicate curve of her nose, that moved him exactly like a piece of pure sound. But tonight it did vimhlw8 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 lw8


fine, rich- coloured, secretive face of the Hebrew woman, so loudly self- righteous, and so dangerous, so vimhlw8 destructive, so hlw8 hiful â€" and he waited for his blood to melt with .









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