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. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. Then, in a whisper: "But there's no reason why the whole hotel should. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. Wood the best of wives.
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