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"What does he say?" roared the long drover. He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. 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.
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