It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. “It’s nothing to what I WILL do. How did you like Tristan?” Ann Veronica paused the fraction of a second before her reply came. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. Jack was so harrassed that he felt half inclined to stand at bay.
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