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“And think, think”—her voice sank
—“of the horrible coarseness!”
“What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. She went about in a negligent November London that had become very
dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest
but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. He worried me to marry him. I suppose I was a little idiotic—I don’t think we either of us
mentioned the future, but it was arranged that I should go the next afternoon and
have tea with her. She was introduced, perhaps a little too obviously for her taste, as a girl who
was standing out against her people, to a gathering that consisted of a very old
lady with an extremely wrinkled skin and a deep voice who was wearing what
appeared to Ann Veronica’s inexperienced eye to be an antimacassar upon her
head, a shy, blond young man with a narrow forehead and glasses, two
undistinguished women in plain skirts and blouses, and a middle-aged couple,
very fat and alike in black, Mr. “Don’t you have a wife? Where are your children?”
She asked. The room in which she sat was a portion of the garret, assigned, as we have just
stated, by Mr. "
Downstairs he sought the hotel manager. He
then scaled the northern tower, and made his way to the summit of that part of
the prison which fronted Giltspur Street. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. ”
Miss Pellissier stiffened visibly. ”
“It is odd that this man at the hospital should call himself Meysey Hill,” she
remarked.
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