Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. She spotted her opportunity. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. She wanted to be alone. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. She could not bear the shame of it.
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