All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. Pull over there. There was no one at all in this room, but through the half-open door of one of the small apartments that gave upon it she had a glimpse of two very young girls sitting at a littered table and writing briskly. To receive him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me.
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