“Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. Woof! What a dog. 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. She was curious to know why he had boarded a dingy train instead of hailing a cab or his own private chauffeur like the others in expensive suits were doing. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. "This gentleman wants a pair of oars," said the landlord. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. The contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it.
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