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’ ‘I also said, if you remember, that I could not promise not to do so. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. 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. " So saying, he rushed out, followed by Ireton and Langley. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. ‘Dieu du ciel, for what do you take me?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he threw at her. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell.
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