“Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair. ” “I will think of it,” she repeated. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. She trailed him to his apartment and a black door that read 727 in solemn gold-tone lettering. It’s a world in which the law can be a stupid pig and the police-stations dirty dens. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. ” “Your knowledge of our ways,” he murmured “is profound.
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