About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly
and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out
through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. Smith had never seen anything like it. He took up his hat and went. ”
“It is over for now,” he answered, “but I cannot bear to think that you are subject
to this sort of thing. You understand me, Charcoal. "
The two boys, then, emerged upon the landing, and were about to descend the
stairs, when the voices of Mr. “Don’t you know, child, that this is
torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?”
Her face had become almost like a marble image. It might prove rewarding.
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