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“You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. You had better go to bed. If you can imagine it, I survived it. It is positively hateful to think of it. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. She lunged without warning again, and Gosse, just catching her blade on his own, was obliged to retreat backwards up the little stair. She recalled how she had stretched out her arms toward the magic blue horizon. 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. “There’s the whole situation. " "Enough!" rejoined Blueskin. I'll call for you after lunch. and Mrs. ” “As you will, dear lover. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. She began to look for beauty and discover it in unexpected aspects and places.
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