It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. “There have been other times,” he said a little sadly. ‘It was a good chance for a new life,’ Joan explained, venturing to face Melusine again, ‘and Martha took it. “Well?” he asked her tersely. 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. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel.
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