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In the floor were set four ring-bolts, about nine feet apart. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag. ‘So now you will please to go away and leave me to my business. ‘Difficult, I grant you. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d been called in because of suspected intruders. 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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