" "You had Spurlock once. ” “He said, ‘Poor Alice has got no end!’” “Alice’s are different,” said Ann Veronica, after an interval. You can’t look me in the eyes and say you don’t care for me. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. “What was that?” she asked sharply. " So saying, he pushed aside the table, and the janizary stooping down, undrew a bolt and opened a trap-door. 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.
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