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PREFACE
TOUCH-1
TOUCH-2
TOUCH-3 (begin)
TOUCH-3 (end)
TOUCH-4 (begin)
TOUCH-4 (end)
SMELL-1
SMELL-2
SMELL-3.1
SMELL-3.2
SMELL-3.3
SMELL-3.4
SMELL-3.5
SMELL-4 (begin)
SMELL-4 (end)
SMELL-5
HEARING-1
HEARING-2
HEARING-3
VISION-1.1
VISION-1.2
VISION-1.3
VISION-2.1
VISION-2.2
VISION-2.3
VISION-2.4
VISION-3
VISION-4
VISION-5
APPENDIX A
APPENDIX B HISTORY-1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.2
APPENDIX B HISTORY-2.3
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3.1
APPENDIX B HISTORY-3.2
INDEX OF AUTHORS

who looked as innocent and was as merry as a child; we all vied 

in paying her attentions and waiting on her like slaves, the 

husband always smiling a cryptic smile. After they had left it 

was hinted they were not married at all; the oldest hands had 

been taken in.... One afternoon I met Dolly, the commercial 

traveler's wife, and she stopped and spoke to me. I remembered 

what I had heard and ventured on some pleasantry at which she 

laughed, and on my proposing that we should go for a walk she 

consented. She had left the commercial traveler, it came out in 

conversation, and we went on talking and walking, one idea only 

in my mind now; could I detain her till dark? Dolly, who was very 

pretty indeed, amused herself with me for hours, playing hot and 

cold, snubbing me one minute, encouraging me with her eyed 

another. Hour after hour went and she found this game so 

entertaining that she accompanied me to the park behind the 

Botanical Gardens, and it was not until it was too late for me to 

catch a train home that she gave herself to me. In fact, we 

stayed out the whole of that warm summer night. As the hours went 

by she told me of her home in London and how she first went 

wrong. She had been a good girl till one day on an excursion she 

drank some rum or gin, which seemingly revived some dormant taint 

of heritage; when she went home that night she fell flat at her 

mother's feet. Her parents, well-to-do shopkeepers, who had 

forgiven her several times before, turned her out. She became one 

man's mistress and then another's. She began early, and was 

scarcely 19 now. She would leave off the drink for a time and try 

to be respectable. She loved her father and mother, but she could 

not help drinking at times. She spoke cheerfully and laughingly 

about it all; she was young, strong, good natured, and careless. 

We went to sleep for a little while and then wandered in the 

early morning down toward the cemetery, when she tried to tidy 

her hair, asking me how I had enjoyed myself and not waiting for 

an answer. She was thirsty, she said, and when the public houses 

opened we went and had a drink. It was the first time I had seen 

her drink alcohol,--at the boarding house she had always been the 

picture of health and sweetness,--and I saw a change come over 

her at once, so that I understood all that she had told me. The 

sleepless night may have made it worse, but the look that came 

into her eyes, and the looseness of the fibres not only of her 

tell-tale wet mouth, but of every muscle of her face was 

startling and piteous to see. She saw my look and laughed, but 

her laugh was equally piteous to hear, and when she spoke again 

her voice had changed too, and was equally piteous. She asked for 

another. 'No, don't,' I begged, for the pretty girl I had 


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