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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. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. " "This way, sir. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. No, let us dine here, and then go and have our coffee on the boulevards. “I wish he had,” she said. \" She sat down on a nearby bench. While the watermen were contending with the eddies occasioned by the fall below the bridge, Jonathan observed a perceptible shudder run through Trenchard's frame. He stood with his hands in his pockets looking at Miss Klegg’s back. They walked in silence.
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