No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. ‘So Leonardo has taught me. She moved her elbow nearer to him and spoke in a still lower tone. Either she had been seen, or they were seeking the air. So, very carefully, he raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. 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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