“Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. Conceiving himself called upon, as the intimate friend of the deceased, to pay this last tribute of respect to her memory, he appeared as one of the chief mourners. He was always in a state of semi-intoxication, but he was always gentle with me. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. Her eye met his four inches away, and his was glaring, immense, and full of resolution, a stupendous monster of an eye. She wore a black satin dress, a little shiny at the seams, a purposeless bow of white tulle at the back of her neck, and a huge chatelaine. ’ ‘For God’s sake,’ protested his junior.
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