Mrs. ” “It’s dreadful for you to be here,” he said, indicating the yellow presence of the first fog of the year without, “but your aunt told me something of what had happened. You can live just about how you like. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. From the unlovely hillside his glance strayed to the several five-story towers of the pawnshops. We were going at a mad pace. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her.
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