Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica. ‘Sapristi,’ he shouted angrily. I’m not half smart enough for the West End. I don't care how lonesome it is.
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