“Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street. Taber is the name. I forget. She was delivered home by 11:30pm. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. There was hope for me then.
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