She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. “Experte credo. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets.
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