Michelle helped her mother clear the table and Lucy thanked her for the meal. “You blithering idiot!” he exclaimed. “Listen! There was a Meysey Hill in Paris, an American railway millionaire. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding emotional side. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe.
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