‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. . . 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. "
"I remember now!" interrupted McClintock. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address,
mademoiselle,” he said curtly. “We’re in for it. Besides those who conducted themselves more peaceably, the conductors of the
procession noticed with considerable uneasiness, large bands of men armed with
staves, bludgeons, and other weapons, who were flying across the field in the
same direction.
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