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“I’ve tried to make words tell it. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. My friends consider it wonderfully faithful. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. He frowned. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. ’ ‘And your precious vicomte didn’t wish for the English one,’ said Charvill, acid in his voice. You need have no apprehensions about him, Sir Rowland. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. Last night there had been no time. 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.
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