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. On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. Directly in range stood the strange young
man, although he was at the far side of the loft. After several vain attempts to burst it open, he resolved, as a last
alternative, to break through the wall in the part nearest to the lock. "Mr. ‘What am I looking for?’
‘A miniature. “They ought to
have been lopped in the spring. But it is only fair to warn you that it isn’t
expected. Put on that new dress—the
one that's all white.
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