“Look here,” he cried out of a silence, with a sudden flash of understanding, “did you mean to throw me over when you came out with me this afternoon?” Ann Veronica hesitated, and with a startled mind realized the truth. To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. She had made her way since then a little further into the heart of life. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking beautiful flowers?” “Ah! If one could!” “While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let lodgings. "I've counted ten coffins so far.
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