" "I begin to see that I shall have to learn English all over again. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. 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. “That beast of a fellow is certain to be hanging about. "I am so excessively fond of snuff. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause.
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