" "I'm sorry I can't indulge you," replied her master, a little piqued. ‘But it is entirely natural that I choose my own country. 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. Everything was going to hell. Barleycorn had sent to the mat for the count of nine: unless the young fool's daddy had a bundle of coin.
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