’ ‘This, monsieur le major, is entirely your own affair,’ said the lady, haughty again. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. “And now let us leave the men alone and talk about ourselves. 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. And Anna was conscious of a few moments of exquisite emotion. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. " "Jack!" cried Thames, in indignant surprise. He was snoring stupidly. " "Pray, let me have a pinch!" said Edgeworth Bess, with a captivating glance. “Shopman. The three of them laughed joyously. I am not come here to play the part of your father-confessor. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good.
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