She pawed at him, her hunger for
his body making her dizzy with anticipation. She
dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself
finally. But I am not worthy to be any man's wife
—far less his wife. Nobody will
ever know what the fleas thought. It is for that reason that
this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history
of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. Widgett was a journalist and art critic, addicted to a
greenish-gray tweed suit and “art” brown ties; he smoked corncob pipes in the
Avenue on Sunday morning, travelled third class to London by unusual trains,
and openly despised golf. We shall expect you to tell us all what to wear. And to wish not is useless, because you have told
me from when I was a little girl. . "
"Then they were empty when he left," replied Ah Cum, with dignity.
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