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” Ann Veronica was stung to helpless anger. Men ought not to idealize any woman. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire, stood up, and turned about. “Yes, I have heard of him, and I know him by sight,” he admitted. ” He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest.
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