She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. 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. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. Seldom they molested a woman who appeared to know where she was going and who kept her glance resolutely to the fore. She thought Alice a bit of a sneak, an opinion her brothers shared, and Gwen rather a snatch at meals. But they would not be denied. She had done forever with the Age of Chivalry, and her own base adaptations of its traditions to the compromising life. " "Find me the job.
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