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Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. You've your own reasons, no doubt, for bringing up her son —perhaps, I ought rather to say your son, Mr. ’ Her eyes narrowed. “You did not wish to see him particularly this evening, then?” Anna hesitated. “I am going through the other rooms. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. It reminded Ann Veronica of having a tooth stopped. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation.
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