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“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Lucy. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that
house. He found the wall, as he suspected, solidly constructed of brick and stone; and
with the slight and inadequate tools which he possessed, it was a work of infinite
labour and skill to get out a single brick. When she saw Ann Veronica she stood for a moment as if
entranced, and then advanced with outstretched hands. Understand once and for all that that answer is final. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and
Thackeray and Hugo. “I did,” Anna answered. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. ‘And we shall see which of us is more quick. Look! Is that some one
coming out?”
The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled,
passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite
direction. Their conversation degenerated again and again
into a strain of self-congratulation that would have irked an eavesdropper. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city.
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