Seeming to feel that this statement called for explanation, he added, ‘I been working for the sisters six month, see. 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 felt a new warmth in her blood, a strange sense of elation crept over her. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. She was acquiring truths, but in a series of shocks rather than by the process of analysis. "Good night, Master. ” “All right.
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