In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a
tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a
dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a
typewriter. I don’t quite know why. They give
themselves airs, but so it is. ’ She frowned suddenly. "
"Why, what'll you do?" demanded the turnkey. I may say
that the amount of the annuity I propose to allow you is two hundred a year. ”
He hesitated, and went off at a tangent. Did he intend to kill her now, this instant? Or had she a
moment or two to try to save herself? Recalling Leonardo’s dictum, she did not
struggle, for that would only tighten the trap about her, and perhaps even spring
it.
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