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           "Anarrowanddesertedstreetindeepshadow,highhouses,innumerablewindowswithvenetianblinds,adeadsilence,grasssproutingrightandleft,immensedoubledoorsstandingponderouslyajar.Islippedthroughoneofthesecracks,wentupasweptandungarnishedstaircase,asaridasadesert,andopenedthefirstdoorIcameto.Twowomen,onefatandtheotherslim,satonstraw-bottomedchairs,knittingblackwool.Theslimonegotupandwalkedstraightatme—stillknittingwithdowncasteyes—andonlyjustasIbegantothinkofgettingoutofherway,asyouwouldforasomnambulist,stoodstill,andlookedup.Herdresswasasplainasanumbrella-cover,andsheturnedroundwithoutawordandprecededmeintoawaiting-room.Igavemyname,andlookedabout.Dealtableinthemiddle,plainchairsallroundthewalls,ononeendalargeshiningmap,markedwithallthecoloursofarainbow.Therewasavastamountofred—goodtoseeatanytime,becauseoneknowsthatsomerealworkisdoneinthere,adeuceofalotofblue,alittlegreen,smearsoforange,and,ontheEastCoast,apurplepatch,toshowwherethejollypioneersofprogressdrinkthejollylager-beer.However,Iwasn’tgoingintoanyofthese.