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Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. She can't last long. Even our coarseness. One doesn’t realize that even the sort of civilization one has at Morningside Park is held together with difficulty. “I’m not in the mood right this instant. I wonder——” He turned slowly round. It may not be just, it may not be fair, but things are so. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. 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. “Showtime!” Martin cried.
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