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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. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. But she no longer felt Jacomo’s age, even if she looked it. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. I’m in this apartment and looking for work because—Well, what else can I do, when my father practically locks me up?” “I know,” said Mr.
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