“I can’t conceive what you want. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. 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.
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