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She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. Not a moment is to be lost. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. But as she got out of the train at Morningside Park Station she had a shock. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. The effects of the heroin wore off slowly. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. He could not doubt it. Whitefriars had lost its privileges; Salisbury Court and the Savoy no longer offered places of refuge to the debtor; and it was, therefore, doubly requisite that the Island of Bermuda (as the Mint was termed by its occupants) should uphold its rights, as long as it was able to do so.
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