“More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. Which are you—Valade or Charvill? Or, no, let me guess. 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. “I do hope you will see how things are, and not be offended with me or frightfully shocked and distressed by what I have done. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes.
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