He listened. I sha'n't cry any more. She had been sitting on the bench for two and a half hours, which was uneventful except for the homeless men who begged for change. “I have come from a very unfashionable quarter,” she said, “and I do not think that I have been inside a milliner’s shop for a year. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground.
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