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His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. Ye gods! what a wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. “Her ladyship dined at home,” the man answered. She had been forced to buy herself that pair of boots and a walking-skirt, and the pearl necklace at the pawnbrokers’ had yielded very disappointingly. In your heart you know quite well that all that you have said is useless. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me.
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