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” She shook her head deliberately, hopelessly. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. The meat was coarse and disagreeably served. I’ve just finished my first symphony!” He said proudly. No window. ’ He glanced at Roding. 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.
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