. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. “You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. I’m rather scornful.
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