“You come into these sordid surroundings—you mustn’t mind my calling them sordid—and it makes them seem as though they didn’t matter. She advanced, stabbing at him. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled. ” Lucy cried, drawing attention from the somber crowd.
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