Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. To reach the door they had to pass the end of the table, and behind the chair where Mr. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. He only laughed his defiance. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes. One could go to him and tell him one loved him. We both understood that. To him she had always appeared as a mere pleasure-loving parasite—something quite insignificant.
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