|Title||The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists|
in which he found her in the street, and as she reclined in the armchair, drowsily watching him, she wondered what would have happened to her if he had not passed by when he did.
`Are you feeling better?' he asked, looking down at her.
`Yes, thanks. I feel quite well now; but I'm afraid I've given you a lot of trouble.'
`No, you haven't. Nothing I can do for you is a trouble to me. But don't you think you'd better take your jacket off? Here, let me help you.'
It took a very long time to get this jacket off, because whilst he was helping her, Slyme kissed her repeatedly and passionately as she lay limp and unresisting in his arms.