She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. I have worn it for weeks and weeks. For awhile he watched the revolving light on Copeley's. Men had tried to kiss her— unshaven derelicts, some of them terrible—but she had always managed to escape. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on.
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