Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. I will not be sent away. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. "Be it so," replied Jack. All our fraternity are afraid of him; but I laugh at his threats. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes.
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