Rue Barrée, Chapter 2

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​⁠Twenty-four hours later Selby had completely forgotten Rue Barrée. During the week he worked with might and main at the studio, and Saturday night found him so tired that he went to bed before dinner and had a nightmare about a river of yellow ochre in which he was drowning. Sunday morning, apropos of nothing at all, he thought of Rue Barrée, and ten seconds afterwards he saw her. It was at the fl