He thought he heard a scraping sound as he turned the handle. As he entered the shop, a tall portly personage advanced to meet him, whom he at once recognised as the present proprietor. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times. His last actions were futile. ’ ‘But there is still Remenham House. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. . For a second time Ann Veronica wanted to swear at the universe.
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