. “By God! Ann Veronica,” he said, sighing deeply. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she
hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall
woman with a kindly face to show it. He was helpful, but
gravely dubious. "Oh lord! I hope not. “But we only aid the beccamorti by giving them our
business! I refuse to pay exorbitant prices for wood
coffins and burial for lesser servants who could just as
easily be dragged into the pit! Let the dead bury the
dead!”
“You fool! It is the gross lack of sanitation you speak
of that has brought us to this very end. . He
stood back and held her shoulders. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid
streets. ‘Give me an opportunity to open my mouth, and I will. His
manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained
their accustomed fire. ”
“It is most unlikely that I shall be able to do so,” Anna answered. She found herself again in the presence of
some element in life about which she had been trained not to think, about which
she was perhaps instinctively indisposed to think; something which jarred, in
spite of all her mental resistance, with all her preconceptions of a clean and
courageous girl walking out from Morningside Park as one walks out of a cell
into a free and spacious world.
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