“That thing’s going on,” she told herself. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. ” “Why not? Your spirits at least should be good. 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 did not look at her.
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