One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. He touched it again, and this time it was not withdrawn. Jesus! They just wouldn’t let up about you after you played the violin for them. She realized in a moment what had happened. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult.
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