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You do not make me afraid like this. Jack had brought away the bunch of keys which he had taken from Quilt Arnold, but, none of them would open it. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. 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 moved a little nearer to him. Katy oozed money from every pore of her being. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. . Her cogitations were dissipated by a knock on the door.
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