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The door leaned inward. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. "What is your name?" To-day, however, he broke the monotony. Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice.
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