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‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. She touched it, and her gaze lifted. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. They walked side by side for a time. I could never make you understand. ” “You haven’t answered my question. "What weight are these irons?" asked Jonathan, coolly addressing one of the partners. 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. ” “How much longer can you stay here?” “I was hoping to graduate this time. It’s only as if I’d begun to know you the day before yesterday or there-abouts. “Oh, I can’t thank you. ” “Isn’t that a little extreme?” “I am an extreme person at times.
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