In the corner of the room were two hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. “Look here, father,” she said, with a change in her voice, “suppose I won’t stand it?” He regarded her as though this was a new idea. He lived on the seventh floor behind a winding set of hallways that towered over her in their grayness. Anyone would be intrigued.
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