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Updated: June 2, 2025
I don't care about the money!" she exclaimed passionately. "I've often told you you were pretty enough without having to wear that kind of thing to make men stare at you." "I want to know if I don't always look like a lady! And there's no man living would try to pick me up more than once." The nasal note in Lise's voice had grown higher and shriller, she was almost weeping with anger.
"What?" Janet sat down on the bed, putting out her hand. Unconsciously she began to stroke Lise's hand, and presently it turned and tightened on her own. "Lise," she said, "I understand why you " she could not bring herself to pronounce the words "got drunk," "I understand why you did it. I oughtn't to have talked to you that way. But it was terrible to wake up and see you."
A terror seized her such as she had never known before, an almost overwhelming impulse to turn and regain the air and sunlight of the day. In the dark hallway of the second story the woman knocked at the door of a front room. "She's in there, unless she's gone out." And indeed a voice was heard petulantly demanding what was wanted Lise's voice!
Lise's mental processes, her tendency to pass from wild despair to impersonal comment, her inability, her courtesan's temperament that prevented her from realizing tragedy for more than a moment at a time even though the tragedy were her own were incomprehensible to Janet. "Get on to this," Lise adjured her.
It was Lise's habit to slight her morning toilet, to linger until the last minute in bed, which she left in reluctant haste to stand before the bureau frantically combing out kinks of the brown hair falling over her shoulders before jamming it down across her forehead in the latest mode. Thus occupied, she revealed a certain petulant beauty.
And it was the memory of this incident that suddenly threw a glaring, evil light on all of Lise's conduct during the past months her accidental dropping of the vanity case and the gold coin! Now she knew for a certainty what had happened to her sister. Having dressed herself, she entered the kitchen, which was warm, filled with the smell of frying meat.
But above all, she was cowed by the sudden change in Janet herself, by the attitude of steely determination eloquent of an animus persons of Lise's type are incapable of feeling, and which to them is therefore incomprehensible. "Nothing's going to happen to me," she whined. "The place is all right he'd be scared to send me there if it wasn't. It costs something, too.
We could earn money with my watch! That was something I had not counted upon. Forward march, children! I took one last look at the prison, behind the walls of which little Lise's father was shut, then went on my way. The thing I needed most of all was a map of France. Knowing that in the book stalls on the quays I could procure one, I wended my way towards the river.
It was understood by Lise's friends and Lise's family, though not by the gentleman himself, that his position was only temporary or at most probationary; he had not even succeeded to the rights, title, and privileges of the late Mr. Wiley, though occupying a higher position in the social scale being the agent of a patent lawn sprinkler with an office in Faber Street.
Say, he almost got down on his knees, right there in Gruber's! But he came back inside of ten seconds he's a jollier, for sure, he was right there with the goods, it was because he loved me, he couldn't help himself, I was his cutie, and all that kind of baby talk." Lise's objective manner of speaking about her seducer amazed Janet. "Do you love him?" she asked. "Say, what is love?" Lise demanded.
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