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’ Shock ripped through Charvill’s chest. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. I'm trying to make you see the worldly point of view, which always inclines toward the evil side of things. " "Where—where?" cried Thames. It was so arranged that Ruth went on duty after breakfast and remained until noon. Upon a table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. 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. " "You once saw a man die that way?" the manager echoed, his recent puzzlement returning full tide. ‘Never mind that now. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. It dropped sideways and fell with a bang to the table. ” “I don’t care how we meet,” she said. Charvill’s fury was burning out.
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