I can no longer bear to address you by that formal madame. “Just think about what you are asking, John, please. She glanced into his face. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. 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. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. " As if an order had come to her somewhere out of space, the girl glanced sideways at the other young fool. She had left for ever the cage, the galling leash: she was free. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet; from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. "Took a great fancy to you.
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