No other woman came to the apartment; Boswell shrank from them, not
bitterly or resentfully, but sensitively. Men took him more or less for
granted when he touched their lives; women overdid the determination, on
their parts, to set him at ease. Long since he had turned his poor,
misshapen back upon the very natural and legitimate desire for the happy
mingling of both sexes, but after Priscilla Glenn became his guest he
recognized the need of women friends in a sharp and painful manner. They
could have helped him so much; could have solved so many problems for him
and the girl; but as it was he had to do the best he could alone.
The hundred dollars, still to be repaid to Farwell, worked wonders in the
week following the arrival of the Beetle and the Butterfly, as Boswell
insisted upon calling himself and Priscilla. Having no power at court,
Boswell cast himself on the mercy of lesser folks and managed, by way of
secret nods and whispers, to gain the cooeperation of sympathetic-looking
shop girls in order to array Priscilla in garments that would secure her
and him from impudent stares and offensive leers.
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