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‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes. Ought she to walk into some of these places and tell them what she could do? She hesitated at the window of a shipping-office in Cockspur Street and at the Army and Navy Stores, but decided that perhaps there would be some special and customary hour, and that it would be better for her to find this out before she made her attempt. ” Ann Veronica had three things very definitely settled by the time when, a little after mid-day, she found herself perched up on a gate between a bridle-path and a field that commanded the whole wide stretch of country between Chalking and Waldersham. Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. He got up brusquely. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. Ann Veronica looked up at him and found him regarding her with eyes that were almost woebegone, and into which, indeed, he was trying to throw much more expression than they could carry. In a momentary fury she seized and tore in pieces the study which remained upon the easel. ‘And just who is Leonardo?’ ‘How in God’s name should I know?’ demanded Roding irascibly.
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