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. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. Like the nuns, she hardly ever looked in a mirror. ‘That’s what started the fracas,’ Gerald admitted ruefully, nursing his injured hand as he recalled it. But tell me one thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me. ” She let him make love to her that night. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick.
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