“Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. It came to Ann Veronica that life was wonderful beyond measure. She wasn’t well-liked really, I think people were jealous of her. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. A bowl of roses, just brought by Ann Veronica, adorned the communal dressing-table, and Ann Veronica was particularly trim in preparation for a call she was to make with her aunt later in the afternoon. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing.
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