She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. . Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. 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.
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