To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. Or become a thorough-going typist and stenographer and secretarial expert. ” “Then don’t talk to me now. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. Ann Veronica decided that “hoydenish ragger” was the only phrase to express her.
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