” “But I didn’t lose it that way, did I?” She grew hysterical. . . “What’s wrong with having witchcraft books? Is she afraid that the Princeton Hill villagers will burn you at stake?” Lucy asked sarcastically. 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. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me. Certainly I would not murder monsieur le major, even that he has made a threat to beat me.
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