She had seized him round the shoulders. Her great soft lips were hungrily raining kisses on his own. And her breath smelt beerily.
"Let me go!" he shouted with sudden fright. "Who are you? What do you want?" He broke away and rubbed his lips savagely with his sleeve.
She was mopping large tears from her eyes. "Oh, I'm lonely, I'm so lonely!" she moaned. "He's gone and pitched me out and here's Arthur, and he shakes me off like a dog. Why ever was I born, God help me!"
A swift intense pang gripped Philip's stomach. He staggered against the wall. Globes of red fire juggled before his eyes.
"What's the matter? I didn't mean anything!" the woman exclaimed with alarm. "Tell me what's wrong!"
"I'm ... I'm ... hungry! ..." moaned Philip.
"Hungry? When did you last have a bite?"
"Dinner-time!"
"And what have you been doing since?"
"I don't know! I'm only hungry!"