The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. We pretend we never think of everything that makes us what we are. She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. From there I plan to travel until I reach Columbia—but any lawless country will do. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. A lucky escape.
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