Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. The manager twisted his moustache. Her patience was waning fast. Charity for the ragtag and the bobtail of the Seven Seas, and none for his own flesh and blood.
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