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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. Jonathan shook his head. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. She had no intention of fighting fair. I keep on thinking of little details and aspects of your voice, your eyes, the way you walk, the way your hair goes back from the side of your forehead. . She looked at him mournfully. "I was only commenting. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on.
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