‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. Her parents left two weeks later, the weather still fine. ‘Only me name,’ Kimble said apologetically. ’ She giggled suddenly. 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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