What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica, “May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. But, it can't be helped. The room in which she sat was a portion of the garret, assigned, as we have just stated, by Mr. Both started. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. ” “So far,” she continued, eyeing hungrily the last morsel of roll which lay upon her plate, “my only chance of occupation has lain with a photographer who engaged me on the spot and insulted me in half an hour.
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