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"I suppose he'll be on his feet any day now. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. The pistol fell to the floor. 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. John’s demeanor shifted. She was in a very uncritical state that afternoon. Her formerly brown hair was dyed a white shade of blonde. . He looked about for his hat, and put it on.
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