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’ ‘I was merely drawing your attention to the odd prevalence of French émigrés claiming English antecedents. I’ll need you to go back to the barracks and fetch more men up to town. Cathy answered the phone. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. 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.
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