Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. Until that was done a certain experience of life assured him that a girl is a locked coldness against a man’s approach.
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