His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. He turned his eyes and stared at Miss Garvice like one who wakes from a reverie, and then got up and strolled down the laboratory toward his refuge, the preparation-room. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. ” She was silent, and in the gloom of the dimly lit apartment he could not see her face. Manning, “they’re a dream. ” She murmured.
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