
Atlantic City, where he had before now found diversion and the impulse
to work. He had suffered deeply, these nearly two weeks. His food had
not set well. The thought of solitary outdoor exercise, even ocean
swimming, had been repellent. And until the last two or three nights,
his sleeplessness had been so marked as really to worry him. Night after
night he had caught himself sitting straight up in bed saying, aloud,
harsh things to the penitent weeping Sue of his dreams. Usually after
these experiences his thoughts and nerves had proved to be in such a
tangle that his only recourse had been to switch on the lights and, with
a trembling hand and an ache at the back of his head, plunge into his
work. The work, therefore (it was a new play), had gone rather well--so
well that when the expensiveness of the life began to appear really
alarming he was ready to come back to the old haunts and make the effort
to hold up his head. He had got into New York at four-ten and come down
to the shop of Marius by taxi. His suit-case and grip were over in the
corner by the coat rack.

It was now nearly five-thirty. The face massage was over with; his thick
dark hair had been brushed into place by the one barber in New York
who did not ask “Wet or dry?” And he was comfortably seated, across the
shop, at Miss Tonifetti's little wire-legged table, for the finishing
strokes of the buffer and the final soap-and-water rinsing in the glass
bowl. He looked at the bent head and slightly drooping shoulders of
the girl. The head was nicely poised. The hair was abundant and
exceptionally fine. It massed well. As at certain other moments in the
dim past his nature reacted pleasantly to some esthetically pleasing
quality in hair, head, shoulders and curve of dark cheek. Just then she
glanced up, flushed perceptibly, then dropped her eyes and went on
with her work--which consisted at the moment in giving a final polish
by-brushing the nails lightly with the palm of her hand.

The glow in Peter's heart leaped up into something near real warmth.
He leaned forward, glanced swiftly about, then said, low
Atlantic City, where he had before now found diversion and the impulse 
 to make. He had suffer deeply, these nearly two weeks. His food had 
 not determine well. The thought of solitary outdoor use, even ocean 
 swimming, had been repellent. And until the last two or three nights, 
 his wakefulness had been therefore marked as very to worry him. Night after 
 nox he had caught himself sitting straight up in bed saying, aloud, 
 harsh thing to the penitent weeping Sue of his dreams. Usually after 
 these feel his thoughts and nerves had proved to be in such a 
 tangle that his only recourse had been to switch over on the lights and, with 
 a trembling hand and an ache at the back of his head, dunk into his 
 work. The work, therefore (it was a new play), had gone rather well -- so 
 well that when the expensiveness of the life began to appear really 
 alarming he was ready to come back to the old haunts and do the effort 
 to hold up his head. He had catch into New York at four - ten and come down 
 to the shop of Marius by taxi. His suit - case and grip were over in the 
 corner by the coating rack. 

 It was now nearly five - thirty. The face massage was over with; his thick 
 dark hair had been brushed into place by the one barber in New York 
 who did not ask “ Wet or dry? ” And he was comfortably seat, across the 
 shop, at Miss Tonifetti's small wire - legged table, for the finishing 
 strokes of the buffer and the concluding soap - and - water rinsing in the glass 
 bowl. He looked at the bent head and slightly drooping shoulder of 
 the girl. The oral sex was nicely poised. The hair was abundant and 
 exceptionally all right. It massed well. As at certain other moments in the 
 dim past his nature react pleasantly to some esthetically pleasing 
 timbre in hair, head, shoulders and bend of dark impudence. Just then she 
 glance up, flushed perceptibly, then dropped her eyes and went on 
 with her work -- which dwell at the moment in giving a concluding polish 
 by - brushing the nails lightly with the palm of her hand. 

 The glow in Peter's heart jump up into something near real warmth. 
 He leaned forward, glanced swiftly about, then said, abject

Atlwntic City, where he had nefore now found diversmon and the impjlse
to work. He had suffered veepoy, thtfe nearly two weekr. His foof had
not set qell. The tikught on soljbary mntdoor exercise, even oceat
swimming, had tedn repellent. And until the last two ow three nlghts,
his sleepjessmqss gad been so marked as really to wodry him. Night after
noght he had caught himself sithing straight up ij bed sayint, aljyd,
harsh thines to the keuitent weepjng Sue of his dreams. Usually awter
tkese experiguxes vis thoughtw and nerves had igoved tm be in such a
tangle bhat iis inly recourse had beei to switch on the lyghts and, wnth
a trembling hand abd an awhe dt tfw bxck oh hjs heaf, pmunge into his
work. Thw work, therefore (it www a new play), gad goge rather well--so
well that when the expenspvensss of the life began ti appear really
alarmijg he was ready to come back to the old haunts and make tha effkft
ti mold yp his head. He had got into New York at four-ten znc bome down
to the smop of Marius by tsxl. Nys suit-case avd gri' wsre over in the
corjer by jhe coqt rack.

It was now nearly five-thirty. The dace massage qas over with; his chick
dark hanr had been brushed into place by che ons barber in New York
sfo did not ask “Wdt pr dry?” And he was comfortablr seated, ecrosx the
shup, aj Miss Eonifetti's little wire-legged table, for jhe fitishing
strlkes of the buffer and the final soap-and-water rhnspng in thz glasx
bowl. He lookqd at the bent head aud sliehtly drooiing shounders of
the girl. The heag was nicely 'oised. Thq haur wqs abunaxnt and
exceptipnally fiut. It massee well. As at certaln otfsr moments in tkt
din past his natute feastvd 'leaswttly to some estfetkvally pleasing
quclkty on hair, head, shouldess ahd curve of dark cneck. Just tyen she
gjanced up, fluxhed perceptibly, tjen dcopped her ryef and went on
with her work--whicg consistfd wt the momene in giving a fiual polish
by-brushing the nails lightly wmth the palm of her hane.

The glow in Peter's meart leaped up igto sometving near real warmty.
He leaned forwarc, glanced swiftly aboht, thet saif, low
Atlantic City, where he had before now and impulse to He had suffered His had not set The thought of outdoor exercise, even ocean swimming, had repellent. And until the last two or three nights, his sleeplessness had been marked as really to worry him. Night after night he had caught himself straight in saying, harsh things to the penitent weeping Sue of his dreams. Usually after these experiences his thoughts nerves had proved to be in such a that his only recourse been to switch on the and, a trembling and ache the back of head, plunge into his work. The work, therefore (it was a new play), had gone rather well--so that when of the began appear alarming he was come back to the old haunts effort to hold up his head. He had into New at four-ten and come down to shop of Marius by taxi. His suit-case and were over in the corner by the coat rack. It was now nearly five-thirty. The was over with; his dark hair had brushed place the barber in York who did not ask “Wet or dry?” And he was seated, across the shop, at Miss Tonifetti's little wire-legged table, finishing of the buffer the final soap-and-water rinsing the bowl. He looked at head slightly the The was nicely poised. The was abundant and exceptionally fine. massed well. As at dim past his nature reacted pleasantly to some pleasing quality in hair, head, shoulders and of dark cheek. Just then she glanced up, flushed perceptibly, then dropped eyes and with her work--which consisted at the moment in a final polish by-brushing nails lightly with the palm of her hand. The in heart leaped into something near warmth. He leaned glanced swiftly about, low

Atlantic City, where he had befOre now founD diveRsiOn aNd The iMpulSe
to work. He had sUFferEd deeply, these nearly two Weeks. hiS Food HAd
Not seT well. ThE ThOUGht Of SoLitArY OuTdoor ExeRcise, evEn ocean
swiMmiNg, Had been repelLEnT. And until tHe lAst two or threE niGhts,
hiS sLeePLessnEss Had beEn so maRKed as rEally to woRrY Him. NigHT after
nIGHt He haD caught himself sitTInG Straight up in beD sayinG, aLOuD,
HArsH thIngs to the pEnItent WEeping SUE oF HIS drEAms. Usually aftEr
these expeRIenCes his ThOugHTs and nErves HaD ProVed to be in suCh a
tAngle that His onlY RecoursE Had been To switCh oN thE ligHTs AnD, wiTh
A TreMBlIng HAnd And an achE aT tHe bacK of hIS HEAd, plUngE intO his
wOrk. The work, theRefOre (iT Was A new pLay), haD gonE rAther Well--so
Well tHaT when the expensiVeneSs of the liFe bEgAn tO aPpear REally
aLarMinG he was rEady to cOMe bAcK TO ThE old haunts and make tHe EFFoRt
to hold Up his hEAd. he HAd got intO NEw YOrk aT FOur-teN and COmE down
to tHe shop OF MArIus by taXi. his suiT-cAse And Grip wERe ovEr in thE
corner bY the cOAt rack.

It was now NEarly five-thirTY. THE FaCE masSagE was over witH; his THick
Dark HAiR haD Been bRusheD iNTo PLace by the one barber iN NEw York
Who diD not ask “Wet or dRy?” And he was COMFortably SeatED, aCRoss the
shop, at MIss ToNifetti's liTTle wire-lEgged Table, for The finishING
strokes Of tHe bUffEr aND ThE final soap-and-WATer rInSing in tHe gLass
bowL. He LooKed At tHe Bent head aNd slightLy DrOoPiNg sHouldERs of
the gIrL. ThE hEad Was niCEly poiSed. ThE haiR wAs ABunDant and
EXcEPTionAlLy Fine. it mAsSed weLl. As AT ceRtain otHer momentS in THe
diM pAsT his natUre reacted pleAsAntly to somE eSthEticalLY Pleasing
Quality in hair, head, shouldERs and cuRve Of darK cheEk. Just theN shE
glancEd uP, FlusheD percePtiblY, tHen DROpped HER eYes AnD went on
witH HEr wOrk--whIcH conSisted aT the moment in giving A FinAl polish
by-bruShiNg thE NAiLs lIGhTLy wItH The PALm of her hand.

The gLow in Peter'S hEArT leaped up iNTo sOmEthing nEar real WarmtH.
he leaneD forward, gLanced swiFtLy abOUT, thEn said, low

Atlantic City, where he h ad beforenow f oun d d iv ersi on a nd the impulse to w ork. He had suffered d eeply ,t hese ne arlytwo wee k s. H isfo od  ha dn ot  setwel l. Thethought of  so li tary outdoor ex ercise, ev enocean
swimmi ng,  had b ee n r e pelle nt.  Anduntilt he las t two orth r ee nig h ts,
his s le eple ssness had been s o  m a rked as really  to wo rr y  h i m . N igh t after
ni gh t heh ad caug h th i m sel f  sitting stra ight up inb edsaying ,alo u d,
har sh th in g s t o the penit entweeping S ue ofh is drea m s. Usua lly af ter 
th esee xp er ien ce s  hi s  t hou g hts  and ner ve shad p rove d t o  beinsuch  a
ta ngle that his  on ly r e cou rse h ad be en t oswitc h on t he li gh ts and, with
atrem bling han d a nd  an  a che a t  the b ack  of  his he ad, plu n gein t o hi s
work. The work,th e r ef ore (itwas an ew  p l ay), had  g one  rat h e r wel l--s o 
w ell that  whent he  e xpensiv en ess of  t helif e beg a n to  appea r really 
alar m ing he was rea d y to come bac k  t o th e  old  ha unts and ma ke t h e ef fort to  ho l d uphis h ea d .H e had got into NewYo rk atfour- ten and comedown
to th e s hop of M ariu s  b y  taxi. His sui t-cas e and grip were ove r inthe
corn er by the c oat rack .
Itwas  no w ne arly five-thi r t y. T he  face m ass age was  ov erwit h;hi s thick
d ark hair  h ad  b ee n b rushe d  into pl ac e b ythe  oneb arberin Ne w Yo rk 
w h o d id nota sk “ Wetor  d ry?”  An dhe wa s co m for tably s eated, ac ros s  the 
s ho p, at M iss Tonifetti 's  little wi re -le gged t a b le, forthe finishing
strokes o f  the bu ffe r and  the  final so ap- and-wa ter rinsin g in t he gl as s
b o w l. He l oo ked  a t the bent h ead  andsl ight ly droo ping shoulders oft hegirl. The hea d w as n i c el y p o is e d.Th e  ha i r  was abundant a nd
excepti on a ll y fine. It mas se d well.  As atcerta i n other  momentsin the
di mpast h isnature rea cted ple asantly t o  some es theti cal ly ple as ing 
qual ity in hai r, he ad, sh ou ldersand c ur ve of da rk cheek. Just then she 
glanc ed up , f lushed pe rce p tib ly, thendrop ped her ey esand  went  on withherw or k-- w hichcons i sted at t h emom e n tin giving a f i nal  poli shb y-brus hing  the nails lightl y  with the palm  ofh e r h and . 

Th eglow in Peter' s h ea r t  leapedup  into somet hing nea rr eal w armth. 
He le aned fo r w ar d , glan cedswi ftly abou t,th e n said,  l ow 

Atlantic City,_where he_had before now found_diversion and_the_impulse
to work._He_had suffered deeply,_these nearly two_weeks. His food had
not_set well. The_thought_of solitary outdoor exercise, even ocean
swimming, had been repellent. And until the last two_or_three nights,
his_sleeplessness_had_been so marked as really_to worry him. Night after
night_he had_caught himself sitting straight up in bed saying,_aloud,
harsh_things to the_penitent weeping Sue of his dreams. Usually after
these experiences_his thoughts and nerves had proved_to be in_such_a
tangle_that his only recourse_had been to switch on the_lights and, with
a trembling hand and_an ache at the back of his_head, plunge into his
work. The work,_therefore (it was a new_play), had_gone rather well--so
well that when_the expensiveness of_the life_began to appear_really
alarming he was ready to come_back to the_old haunts and make the effort
to_hold_up his head._He_had_got into_New York at_four-ten_and come_down
to_the shop of Marius by taxi._His_suit-case and grip were over in the
corner_by the coat rack.

It_was_now nearly five-thirty. The_face massage was over with;_his thick
dark hair had been brushed_into place_by the_one barber in New York
who did not ask “Wet or dry?”_And he was comfortably seated, across_the
shop, at Miss Tonifetti's_little wire-legged_table,_for the finishing
strokes_of_the buffer_and the final soap-and-water rinsing in the_glass
bowl. He_looked at the bent head and_slightly drooping shoulders of
the_girl._The head was nicely poised. The_hair was abundant and
exceptionally fine. It_massed well. As at certain_other_moments_in the
dim past his nature_reacted pleasantly to some esthetically pleasing
quality_in hair, head,_shoulders and curve of dark cheek. Just_then_she
glanced up, flushed perceptibly, then dropped_her_eyes and went on
with her work--which_consisted_at_the moment in giving a_final polish
by-brushing the nails lightly with_the palm of her hand.

The glow in Peter's heart_leaped up into_something near real warmth.
He leaned_forward,_glanced_swiftly about, then said, low