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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. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. She gathered up the chain, revealing a locket which had lain hidden in her bosom. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. "Miss Enschede was born on an island in the South Seas.
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