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           Andyethereshesuccumbedtothefirstred-hairedscampwithaglibtongueandacharmingsmilethatcamealongandcourtedherproperly.

           VerysoonDickytookhertothelittlechurchonthecorneroftheplaza,and"Mrs.Maloney"wasaddedtoherstringofdistinguishednames.

           Anditwasherfatetosit,withherpatient,saintlyeyesandfigurelikeabisquePsyche,behindthesequesteredcounterofthelittleshop,whileDickydrankandphilanderedwithhisfrivolousacquaintances.

           Thewomen,withtheirnaturallyfineinstinct,sawachanceforvivisection,anddelicatelytauntedherwithhishabits.Sheturnedupontheminabeautiful,steadyblazeofsorrowfulcontempt.

           "Youmeat-cows,"shesaid,inherlevel,crystal-cleartones;"youknownothingofaman.Yourmenaremaromeros.Theyarefitonlytorollcigarettesintheshadeuntilthesunstrikesandshrivelsthemup.Theydroneinyourhammocksandyoucombtheirhairandfeedthemwithfreshfruit.Mymanisofnosuchblood.Lethimdrinkofthewine.Whenhehastakensufficientofittodrownoneofyourflaccitoshewillcomehometomemoreofamanthanonethousandofyourpobrecitos.Myhairhesmoothsandbraids;tomehesings;hehimselfremovesmyzapatos,andthere,there,uponeachinstepleavesakiss.Heholds—Oh,youwillneverunderstand!Blindoneswhohaveneverknownaman."

           SometimesmysteriousthingshappenedatnightaboutDicky’sshop.