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“Your friend, “DAVID COURTLAW. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. If Gerald knew, what should stop Gosse from finding out? Perhaps he was even now at the lawyer. And Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. 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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