" "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. And then they disgorged. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple.
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