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‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. 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. Jonathan had to feel his way. "Not exactly," answered Jonathan, drily. She
felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her
dreams. She possessed
it, astonishing fact! She had summoned this energy so continuously during the
past four weeks that now it was abiding; she knew that it would always be with
her, on guard. "
"If it were so, he would have great reason to be proud of the relationship, truly,"
observed Wood, shrugging his shoulders. She noticed an
odd new gleam in Michelle’s eyes, a focus she had not
noticed before. . Never mind.
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