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The day comes when you shall regret how you have spoken to me. At least here she was safe. So you are Prudence Remenham. “Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. “Hospital? What for? What’s the matter with me?” Courtlaw’s voice sank to a whisper. 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.
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