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“No doubt about that, I fancy,” Meddoes answered lightly. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. Even in death, Vorsack was not a man. “Are these ordinary sapphires?” she said. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. 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. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. With Jack so badly injured, how would she get him home? How get herself home, now that Trodger had arrested her.
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