Eleanor Marx-Aveling

She wished at the same time to die and to live in Paris.

He wore stout, ill-cleaned, hob­nailed boots

But he wiped his face with one hand and con­tin­ued mo­tion­less, his eyes lowered.

In the even­ing, at pre­par­a­tion, he pulled out his pens from his desk, ar­ranged his small be­long­ings, and care­fully ruled his pa­per.