him. . . . They met and, gesticulating, vanished in the morning mist.
'How unhappy I am!' said the chemist's wife, looking angrily at her husband, who was undressing quickly to get into bed again. 'Oh, how unhappy I am!' she repeated, suddenly melting into bitter tears. 'And nobody knows, nobody knows. . . .'
'I forgot fourpence on the counter,' muttered the chemist, pulling the quilt over him. 'Put it away in the till, please. . . .'
And at once he fell asleep again.
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