perfect paroxysm of sneezing. Her clothes, which were very greasy and
never brushed, hung together by strings, tatters, and safety-pins. Her
hands and face were begrimed with several coats of dirt, and a top coat
of _poudre de riz_. No ordinary imagination dared speculate on what lay
hidden beneath those tattered rags she wore. She gesticulated much,
and discoursed on the subject of some lecture she was to give, in the
intervals of volleying forth abuse and swearing in Parisian argot at
her long-suffering husband, who received it all with most ludicrous
courtesy. Often a strong smell of gin mingled with the eloquent flow of
the countess's language.
On the whole, however, the Anarchists and their queer associates might
be regarded as a fairly temperate set. One of the most potent causes of
drink is the monotony of the existences led by most people, the hopeless
dreariness of their confined, narrow lives, the total lack of interest
and excitement. This is not the case in revolutionary circles, where not
only are there plenty of ideas afloat to occupy men's minds and distract
them from the narrow circle of their dreary domestic lives, but where
also the modern craving for excitement, factitious or otherwise, finds
plenty of nourishment.
The office of the _Tocsin_, however, did not lack the occasional
presence of the habitual drunkard. There was one queer fellow who
frequently put in a dissipated appearance for the purpose of complaining
of the ill-usage to which his wife's tongue subjected him. He looked
forward to the Social Revolution as the only escape from this thraldom,
and certainly no man ever made more strenuous, albeit ill-directed
efforts, on its behalf.
Then there was a bibulous Welshman who at times would startle the
unwashed denizens of the neighbouring slums by appearing in a tall
hat and irreproachable shirt front. He was a doctor by profession, who
succeeded in maintaining a certain reputation in polite circles, but an
alcoholic soaker by inclination, one of those men who somehow contrive
to keep ahead of ruin by sleeping out periods of financial distress in
friends' houses.
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