“Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the street. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. ’ Kimble nodded.
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