"Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. I thought you might like to see. To-day he selected the girl, and gave her the lead-chair. " The Wastrel advanced. At length, the body was brought towards him. Somehow or other his reputation as a hardened and unassailable bachelor had won for him during the last few years a comparative immunity from attentions on the part of those women with whom he had been brought into contact. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped.
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