So Mrs. Lucy was a hard worker and a good cook and because of those traits she and Sheila had gotten along most of the time. You might even tire of me by then, you know. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. 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.
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