Mr. Vorsack sauntered into the room, sporting her usual toothy thin254 lipped grin. But this made the chase all the more exciting. 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. He would come swiftly to her aid, she knew it. And when they got to Covent Garden Ramage secured one of the little upper boxes, and they came into it as the overture began. I somehow understood.
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