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. "
"Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. She's too pretty and unusual. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. ” She said. . She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a
woman’s crowning experience. He was caked with dried muck. .
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