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I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. She tore open the envelope and read it. As a net result she had come to think of all married people much as one thinks of insects that have lost their wings, and of her sisters as new hatched creatures who had scarcely for a moment had wings. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. “I say!” he said, without any movement. Then he stood up and hailed a fiacre. He stared at her stupidly, forgetting to guard against the tactics he had come to expect from her. " "It ought to be; it cost enough to get it here," said the Scot, ruefully. Something in his tone pinched her heart. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. 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.
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