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“If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would
understand. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad
staircase. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to
her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her
doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and
demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. But they did not
know how good she was, how perfect she was. ’
‘Miss?’ gaped the soldier. She could think of nothing more to say. “But I am sorry,” she exclaimed. You
simply can’t. ”
“You forget,” she said, looking up at him with a faint smile, “that under the cloak
of her name I am earning more money a week than I could ever have earned in a
year by my own labours.
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