God, we suck. That she had not bought one piece of linen subtly established in Ah Cum's mind the fact that she had no home, that the instinct was not there, or she would have made some purchase against the future. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street.
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