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She looked, Dorothée said, just as she always looks. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. The entrance of the house 85 was grand, and upon entering she was immediately greeted by John’s mother, a tall, thin woman quite a few years older than Cathy Beck. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. She looked up and said, a little breathlessly, “I’m sorry, aunt, but I don’t think I can. Her heartbeat quickened.
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