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. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. "Is it poison?" she asked. ’ He nodded. She never expected to get her ladyship home alive. But I'll take care of her bill, if worst comes to worst. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. Abruptly, Gerald turned. His car was there. She glared at him with satisfaction. She further suspected that he might find a servant to dally with in the meantime, if he had not already.
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