Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Here, indeed, was a type with which he had never until now come into contact—a natural woman. Then he had gone away. Somebody to whom she would be necessary, who for days would have to depend upon her for the needs of life. Montague Hill is. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. She heard their feet and muffled voices.
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