She washed her face with unwonted elaboration before she went to bed. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. You feel that that smile is for you, the words are for you, the whole song is for you. When he was concentrating, deep shadows formed under his gray eyes. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done.
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