The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. A girl—at my age—is grown-up. " "Impossible!" rejoined his mother. F. Ann Veronica listened thoughtfully, with her eyes on the turf, and now and then she asked a question or looked up to discuss a point. JACK SHEPPARD.
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