the poor should mislike such memories; James misliked them abominably. Perhaps he was more sensitive for the moment than are most of the poor. …
Yes! How she did drink, damn her. … Why the Hell was he thinking of such things? And how clear her voice was. … Then he saw the name "Lipsky" over the way. He was at the Lydgate already. Could a man be drunk in the flush of morning and without liquor? Nay, drink dulled such things, and he had heard that voice awfully clear within him.
He trudged into the shop, shaking his mind free, and thinking of the sovereign—or two sovereigns at least.
The gentleman in charge—there was but one—exchanged mutual recognitions with James. The one was a Pole and the other an Englishman; but both were human, and therefore brethren. Then James untied the parcel. But when James had untied the parcel it was apparent that though both were human, Lipsky was a Pole and not a man of the Midlands, for he thrust it from him with his palms outward, sliding his wrists upon the counter, and moving his fingers like small snakes in the air. Lippy was not taking any.
