For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. The noise of a bolt came to Alderley’s ears. "No, I tell you," rejoined Jonathan, shouldering his way out of the crowd. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. One don't often get sich a vindfal as the Markis——" "Or such a customer as Mr.
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