Give us that—” Ann Veronica came in with a certain disregard of Miss Miniver. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. He is already married. He took some Oreos from the bottomless supply that stocked the cookie jar. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness.
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