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CHAPTER II. PORTRAIT OF A SIREN-4
— And under the last: "Cash in bank, $690 (crossed out), $612 (crossed out), $607." Finally, down at the bottom and in a hurried scrawl: "d**k and Gloria Gilbert for tea." This last item brought him obvious satisfaction. His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a c****x, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the moment when the backbone of the day should be broken, when he should have met the girl at last, talked to her, and then bowed her laughter out the door, returning only to the melancholy dregs in the teacups and the gathering staleness of the uneaten sandwiches. There was a growing lack of color in Anthony's days. He felt it constantly and sometimes traced i
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