As she lurched (for she rolled like a ship at sea) and leered (for her eyes
fell on nothing directly, but with a sidelong glance that deprecated the
scorn and anger of the world she was witless, she knew it), as she
clutched the banisters and hauled herself upstairs and rolled from room
to room, she sang. Rubbing the glass of the long looking-glass and leering
sideways at her swinging figure a sound issued from her lips — something
that had been gay twenty years before on the stage perhaps, had been
hummed and danced to,
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