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Miss Bart had in fact been treading a devious way, and none of her critics could have been more alive to the fact than herself; but she had a fatalistic sense of being drawn from one wrong turning to
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Miss Bart had in fact been treading a devious way, and none of her critics could have been more alive to the fact than herself; but she had a fatalistic sense of being drawn from one wrong turning to
The next morning rose mild and bright, with a promise of summer in the air. The sunlight slanted joyously down Lily…
The street-lamps were lit, but the rain had ceased, and there was a momentary revival of light in the upper sky. Lily w…
The library looked as she had pictured it. The green-shaded lamps made tranquil circles of light in the gathering dusk,…
Lily, lingering for a moment on the corner, looked out on the afternoon spectacle of Fifth Avenue. It was a day in late…
"Look at those spangles, Miss Bart—every one of 'em sewed on crooked." The tall forewoman, a pinched pe…
When Lily woke on the morning after her translation to the Emporium Hotel, her first feeling was one of purely physical…
The autumn days declined to winter. Once more the leisure world was in transition between country and town, and Fifth A…
The light projected on the situation by Mrs. Fisher had the cheerless distinctness of a winter dawn. It outlined the fa…
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