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God, Lucy, what’s it been, how
many years?”
“I’m so sorry, John. 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. gutenberg. I didn’t betray you, I swear I didn’t. . It seemed as if all the precautions previously
taken were here accumulated. But you don’t particularly want to do
the job that sets you free—for its own sake. The kiss was powerfully moving. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever
committed.
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