" "A capital caricature that," remarked Thornhill, laughing. The air was crisp and dry. ‘Seems to me, missie, as you’re as dangerous a female as I’m like to see. Members of the crowd looked over their shoulders and stared at her through the smoky haze. Little by little, she stopped hating him. Her steps slowed. “I don’t know where to go to. Observe it—a blue-serge coat. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said.
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