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Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single
moment. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance
striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European
clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had
journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly
limited. For the sort of love-making you think
about. One day it was gone. "No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. ”
They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said,
with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Go to her, I say, and take her in your
arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. 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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