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He told some of the particulars. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. She took his hand in hers. And here are these places, full of contagion! “Of course, this is the real texture of life, this is what we refined secure people forget. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying.
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