. She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. With all your cunning, we're more than a match for you. ‘Jacques?’ she called. The job is easy. 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. She put her hand in his to be squeezed. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. “No, no,” she cried. I did so.
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