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. “Your affectionate “FATHER. Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. You had better go to bed. ” Shari replied sarcastically.
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