His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. ’ She let out a peal of laughter. 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. Because she states her case in a tangle, drags it through swamps of nonsense, it doesn’t alter the fact that she is right.
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