I wonder what it was. 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. Hence!"
"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, in a voice, the tones of which were altered by
his very anxiety to make them distinct, "listen to me. Never any doubt of it. Manning’s handwriting had an air of being clear without being easily
legible; it was large and rather roundish, with a lack of definition about the
letters and a disposition to treat the large ones as liberal-minded people
nowadays treat opinions, as all amounting to the same thing really—a yearssmoothed boyish rather than an adult hand. And if I cared to have him come every
day, why shouldn’t he? I find him very amusing and very useful as well. “Now I should like to know,” she said, looking at him with a quiet smile, “what
you are doing here? It is not a particularly inspiring neighbourhood for walking
about by yourself.
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