‘Good God! Everett Charvill, as I live. I can't concentrate on my work. It will take a month to clean up. \"Why weren't you there?\" She asked Mike. ‘Cover her, men. You have not considered the advantages. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. There you are, the best client’s chair. She slipped out the window, jumping to the ground from the second story with very little sound. 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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