In the heart of the jungle the dog had his private muck baths. 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. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. “Have you never met a suitable wife? What is wrong with getting married and having children as Mike and Shari have done? I should love to think. ” She pointed to the envelope still resting upon the mantelpiece. I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. She's headed for America.
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