" "Trying to. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Eating him while he was at the end of a heroin binge left her sleepy and dazed. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. He took the first step toward the stairs, and met the restraining hand of McClintock.
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