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"I'm sure I couldn't live here," she added in a low voice.
Only the Magic could have made it more than an old table covered with a red shawl and set with rubbish from a long-unopened trunk.
He peered out for an instant over the coverlet and saw the yellow curtains round and before his bed that shut him off on all sides.
This spirit of quarrelsome comradeship which he had observed lately in his rival had not seduced Stephen from his habits of quiet obedience.
