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The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. But when they were on their way out he whispered in Anna’s ear. 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. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. " "Queer birds. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. ” She yelled. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. You're a friend of the young man?" "If you mean did I know him before he became ill, no. You know I call that positively wicked. ” He looked interrogation with a faint smile. “He knows.
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