” He was strangely silent. Everywhere I went and rapped at a door I found behind it another dreadful dingy woman—another fallen queen, I suppose— dingier than the last, dirty, you know, in grain. The dismal tolling of St. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her.
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