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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. Life is two things, that’s how I see it; two things mixed and muddled up together. She counted three on the way to the train and four more on the crowded car that would have gladly taken him to bed with not so much as a word. "Let me see the earth thrown over her," implored Jack; "and take me where you please. In twenty minutes we meet in the hall, remember. In an instant, she turned on him. He was now almost driven to despair. Do not mistake me.
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