I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. 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. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. “Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. To divide the agony into two spheres so that one would mitigate the other. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. . She treaded down the hall swiftly but stopped abruptly when she heard a voice in back of her.
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