I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. . The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. 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.
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