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” She fumbled with her keys and
opened the front door. 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. "Quilt Arnold, is
that you?"
"It is, Sir," sputtered the janizary. He returned, “Lucy, you knew I didn’t live anywhere
near you?”
“I was aware. The scrutiny of
any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and
at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. “It was great, Shari!” She replied the stars still in her
eyes. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a
slender reed on which to lean. Springing to
his feet in an ecstasy of terror, he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst
apprehensions.
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