She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat
and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern
appliance, the electric dryer. It grew clear to her that throughout all her wild raid for independence she had
done nothing for anybody, and many people had done things for her. I rather think they
have kicked him, from the tone of some of the letters. 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. The child was now
within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly
purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDMuMTM1LjE4NC4yNTUgLSAxNi0wNy0yMDI0IDA4OjU3OjQ3IC0gMzc2MjYxMzYx
This video was uploaded to damaulifm.org on 11-07-2024 20:07:53