The well of tears in her eyes was dry. I can no longer bear to address you by that formal madame. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. "The key's on the outside— quick! quick!" Instantly alive to this chance, Blueskin broke away. She had almost chosen to prostitute herself rather than live in that animal state once, but had found a warm cave in Kentucky just as situations had grown truly desperate. She took the tray with both hands, gulped, and gave way to tears. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement.
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