Do you know, I envy you. I’ve—dreads. “I see the difficulty. ” A dull flush burned upon his cheeks. " "I tell you what, Jack," said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements this morning; but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. 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. Burn your palette and your easel. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. " "Don't stir, or they'll chain you to the wall," said his mother detaining him.
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