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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. Spurlock began to watch for Ruth's coming in the morning; first, with negligent interest, then with positive eagerness. I do not wish to return to Paris. “I have come for an explanation,” she said. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. He was looking pale and ill. “John. “No, I must have had hope lurking somewhere too. “It is Michelle, John. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. Oddly, he was seldom angry with her as Gianfrancesco would have been. His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality; they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life.
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