Like carpenter, like chips. He came in with his hands in his trousers pockets and a general air of depression in his bearing. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. She had almost chosen to prostitute herself rather than live in that animal state once, but had found a warm cave in Kentucky just as situations had grown truly desperate.
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