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That’s one thing clear. 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. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. Then I cross-checked it with the name Alberti.
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