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. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. E. I have been in torment all the while to know whether it was to Anna or to Annabel that you were making love so charmingly. Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister. They were exquisite.
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