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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. S. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. ” The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less noticeable than at that moment. ‘Not if I heard him aright. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. . .
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