When she finished her last cadence, Carolyn and Thomas begged her to play encores. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told tale. Jests are not for seasons like this. This service rendered, without waiting for any farther order, she withdrew. 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. As a rule, Courtlaw told her softly, he talked right and left, and to everybody throughout the whole of the meal—tonight he was almost silent, and seemed to devote his whole attention to staring at Anna. "Poor Mrs. ‘I should not dream of forcing my attentions on you.
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