“No, not that I know of,” Michelle replied, her still eyes not meeting Lucy’s. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. Not so bad. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. Her recent attitude towards him was undoubtedly a pose. A white man takes his life in his hands. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass.
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