The unequal battle went on. 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. Even now she was dazed. ’ ‘I do not lie to you now,’ she said, near frantic at the thought of losing him. . But I have remembered the horse and have asked this sergeant that a soldier fetch him. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. "Yes, now," rejoined the infuriated dame; "perhaps, I may never have another opportunity. "I understand," she said. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin.
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