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"What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. White, who had risen to greet her, proceeded with a formal, and from Anna’s point of view, a wholly unnecessary round of introductions. “I will not have this slavery,” she said. 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. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. .
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