48 <6> THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. I can’t do it even decently myself, and I dare not run the risk of ruining all my clothes. The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward. That night in his den he smoked many pipes. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously.
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