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"I guess she’s struck it," he thought, a picture of the old shiny, plush-covered world coming back, with its lights, its ornaments, its carriages, and flowers. Ah, she was in the walled city now! Its splendid gates had opened, admitting her from a cold, dreary outside. She seemed a creature afar off-like every other celebrity he had known. "Well, let her have it," he said. "I won’t bother her." It was the grim resolution of a bent, bedraggled, but unbroken pride. |
