They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. She flew up the covered stairs and knocked upon his door. ” To remain, she felt, was to concede everything.
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