“Thank you, Martin,” she replied graciously. The only thing they don’t fight over is the addition. In the struggle her cap fell off. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. 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. Can’t travel alone, a pair of nuns. You see, I—I am a woman worshipper.
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