“Miserable bounder,” he murmured. 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. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. “Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. "Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from his mouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, "leave the affair to Johannes. I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me.
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