She was lavishly generous to the Hippodrome staff, and there was always
a certain tribute claimed from all its adherents by the Cause.
He did not hunt further for valuables. If there was either money or
jewellery in Arithelli's possession it was sure to be found in quite a
conspicuous place.
The varied life of the city surged to and fro beneath the window, the
varied noises floated up into the room, and under the faded red brocade
curtains, Arithelli turned from side to side and moaned with closed
eyes. A seller of fruit passed, crying his wares.
Emile went down into the street and bought a couple of oranges, and
squeezed the juice into the cup that had been destined for the coffee.
He had not the least idea as to what particular malady Arithelli had
developed, but he knew that fever and delirium always went together,
and that with fever there is invariably thirst. He lifted her up and
pushed the pillow higher to relieve her breathing, but he could hardly
do more than moisten her parched and bitten lips. Then he "tidied" the
bed with masculine pulls and jerks till it was even more untidy than
before, and went back to his chair.
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