But when she turned her thoughts to Morningside Park she perceived the tangled skein of life was now to be further complicated by his romantic importunity. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. ‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. 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. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. "Open the door, I say, or I'll burst it open.
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