Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. “In a sort of beautiful garden-close—wearing lovely dresses and picking beautiful flowers?” “Ah! If one could!” “While those other girls trudge to business and those other women let lodgings. This salute of his—actually the first she could remember—while it did not disturb her, began to lead her thoughts into new channels of speculation. The sky periodically pummeled her with hail pellets as she would pass through the deserted intersections. He wore a black tail coat buttoned tightly over his chest, and a large diamond pin sparkled in a white satin tie which had seen better days. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified.
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