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           Youwouldthinkthey’dhavesomesenseofdecency.

           ButastimepassedJulia’sindignationwasmitigated,andshehadoftenthoughtoftheadventuresincewithagooddealofpleasure.Afterallithadbeenfun.Sometimessheallowedherreveriestorunawaywithherandshewentoverinherfancytheincidentsofthatsingularnight.Hehadbeenamostagreeablelover.Itwouldbesomethingtolookbackonwhenshewasanoldwoman.Itwasthebeardthathadmadesuchanimpressiononher,theoddfeelingofitonherfaceandthatslightlymusty*smellwhichwasrepulsiveandyetstrangelyexciting.Foryearsshelookedoutformenwithbeards,andshehadafeelingthatifoneofthemmadeproposalstohershesimplywouldn’tbeabletoresisthim.Butfewmenworebeardsanymore,luckilyforherbecausethesightmadehergoalittleweakattheknees,andnoneofthosethatdidevermadeanyadvancetoher.ShewouldhavelikedtoknowwhotheSpaniardwas.Shesawhimadayortwolaterplayingchemindefer*attheCasinoandaskedtwoorthreepeopleiftheyknewhim.Nobodydid,andheremainedinherrecollection,andinherbones,withoutaname.Itwasanoddcoincidencethatshedidn’tknowthenameeitheroftheyoungmanwhohadthatafternoonbehavedinsounexpectedamanner.Itstruckherasrathercomic.

           "IfIonlyknewbeforehandthattheyweregoingtotakelibertieswithmeI’datleastaskfortheircards."

           Withthisthoughtshefellhappilyasleep.