She was in excellent spirits, and it was not until she had taken off her hat, and was considering the question of dinner or no dinner, that she remembered that another day had passed, and she was not a whit nearer being able to pay her tomorrow’s bill. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. Happy Birthday, then. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp.
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