She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. To write under a pseudonym!—to be forced to disown his children! He could not write under his own name, enjoy the fruits of fame should these tales prove successful. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. A note of belligerency had crept into his tone. “Damn! Things are getting plainer. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground.
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