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. . “I knew,” she said, in a low despairing tone, “that people would talk. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. ‘And nnever would you have f-found it. He was always drawing contrasts between a woman’s lot and a man’s, and treating her as a wonderful new departure in this comparison. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. So he's come around, then? That's fine. Bounding the corner of a garden wall, he came upon his former place of imprisonment.
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