She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. She was the first to recover herself. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest.
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