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Of course there are, millions of them. Melusine came close again, and reached up a finger tentatively to the face depicted there. 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. “She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII.
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