Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it. Deep silences came between them. For a time Ann Veronica’s attention was diverted by her aunt’s interest in the salted almonds. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. The other was to go into business—into a photographer’s reception-room, for example, or a costumer’s or hat-shop.
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