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Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. She leaned back in her chair. " "Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. You seemed complete—without that. "No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. Only I’m so incensed with that crazy fool Gerald that—oh, well, never mind. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. I am sure I never enjoyed so much popularity in my life.
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