” “Shirts?” “Shirts at one—and—something a dozen. The lad hesitated. Before a month has elapsed, your mother will be mine. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. The room was dark and dusty. She rose, paid her bill, and turned westwards.
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