There are a thousand questions I'd like to ask you, but I sha'n't ask them. There’s something—puppyish in a man’s usual attitude to women. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. They stank, and she hated how they blocked the sunlight. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt.
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