CHAPTER XXIII. As soon as the cavalcade stopped, the sexton advanced, and, ringing a handbell, pronounced the following admonition. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. ’ ‘I do not tell you why,’ the lady uttered flatly. “Where should we go?” Knowing that they would be dogged wherever they went, she volunteered, “Let’s go to the Big Apple. “She must go her own way. 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. Dump popped his head into the cage.
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