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 was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. I can smell you. ’
He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at
his heels. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but
jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find
them. Both Ruth and McClintock came down to the launch to wish him God-speed and
good luck. I should think, Anna,
that your own sense—er—of propriety would enable you to see this. Yield,
villain!"
"Never!" replied Jonathan. Eight
per cent.
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