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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. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. "That's for myself," rejoined Mrs. Madame shrugged. The first peg was torture. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. The moral right of the author has been asserted. But why did he turn away? "Wait!" Ruth called to her father. ‘Now let’s have it. There were two sisters, you know. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. I put my foot down like—like adamant. “G.
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