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. Forgive me, but you have been looking, have you not, for some employment?” “Quite true!” she answered. As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. ‘I don’t want that girl running her head into any more danger.
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