She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she dragged out the black-wrapped foil. ” “I wish,” said Ann Veronica, with sudden anger, “that you could know what it is to live in a pit!” She stood up as she spoke, and put down her cup beside Miss Garvice’s. Mr. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal Handbook. Arrived there, their first object was to seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in Southwark. . A common rage flushed their faces. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. ” “If you tempt me too much,” she said, after a silence, “I shall do it.
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