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“I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. Michelle looked like she was about to throw up herself. “Not to-night,” she said. “And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. “But I wanted to see you.
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