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I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. Part 5 She had sent her father a telegram from the East Strand post-office worded thus: | All | is | well | with | |————-|—————-|—————|—————|————-| | and | quite | safe | Veronica | ——————————————————————————- me | | and afterward she had dined a la carte upon a cutlet, and had then set herself to write an answer to Mr. “You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. One chance in a thousand, and that would be the girl.
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