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" "It is life. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. Her husband stared at her over the candle flame. He yelled at the girls for neglected to hand Lucy a pair of shorts or a sweater while they stood around in shock. Built and paved with stone, without beds, or any other sort of protection from the cold, this dreadful hole, accounted the most dark and dismal in the prison, was made the receptacle of such miserable wretches as could not pay the customary fees. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. "This gentleman wants a pair of oars," said the landlord. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. Every day in the year you will witness such scenes.
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