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 began to tremble violently. ” “Borrow the money! But who lent you the money?” “A friend,” said Ann Veronica. You are wrong even about that man’s scientific position and his standard of work. To shore up a business that never had any foundation, he wanted me to lend him a hundred thousand; and for his sake as well as for mine I had to refuse.
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