” Ann Veronica sat over her fire with her father’s note in her hand. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. ‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. “Here, dis is for you. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it.
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