So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. The elemental woman was always close to the cat: as the elemental man was always but a point removed from the wolf. Making her couch upon a heap of hay, she sank at once into a deep and refreshing slumber. 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.
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