She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. \" She was surprised that he had noticed her existence as early as her arrival at the Beck house. And I get myself dirty. I ought to have seen—” “It doesn’t matter a rap—if you’re not disposed to resent the—the way I behaved. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. I wonder,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you are. Doubts began to rise up all about her, plucking at her confidence. It was not simply that all the rooms were rearranged and everybody dressed in unusual fashions, and all the routines of life abolished and put away: people’s tempers and emotions also seemed strangely disturbed and shifted about. ‘Certainly you are imbecile. “You poor thing.
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