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Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and pinners with crow-foot edging. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. “The Widgetts,” she said. " The girl smiled and began to munch a sandwich. ‘No, no, I am convinced your very first theory was right. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. Mr. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. 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. I'll leave these out, and to-morrow you can read them through. "I shall want nothing more. "The rebuke is just," said the carpenter; "at the same time, I'm not sorry to find you're a friend to fair play, which, as you seem to know, is a jewel. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. .
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