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She could not speak. You do not need me to remind you of your success at Paris. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. Please tell me what your terms are. 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. It was a habit she had taken from Remenham House, but could not wear because of the colour which must draw attention. I thought Bess would have cried her pretty eyes out when she heard you was nabbed. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs.
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