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Her head was downcast as she studied the museum-like exhibits of various dusts on the resilient tile flooring. “I must read him when I come out. 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. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals. The very sight of these impediments, would have appalled a less courageous spirit than Sheppard's—but nothing could daunt him. "Would you rather be alone?" "No.
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