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. "Did I hear you …" began McClintock. " "And shall find none," replied the Amazon. They sat down at the dining room table which seemed empty and 259 huge in the stark, white-walled room. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road. "Well, good night, Mr. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. " "Bah!" returned the woollen-draper. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. How could you draw the curtain aside which hides the great and holy places of life—you, who have never loved?” “You have become French to the core,” she murmured. He was staring at her, openly gaping. You're always complaining that you can't keep anybody more than three months. ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. ’ ‘But he gives them to me.
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