And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door. There was, in fact, only one clear thought in his fevered brain: he had reached the hotel without falling down. Senior year started with a whimper. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. ’ ‘The horse?’ echoed Melusine. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. “Be so good as to stand away from that door at once, sir,” Brendon ordered. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard.
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