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The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. “I came to London,” said Ann Veronica, “rather because of my own difficulty. But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London. ” She refused. One or two of the tables were occupied by groups of fat frowzy women in flat caps, with rings on their thumbs, and baskets by their sides; and no one who had listened for a single moment to their coarse language and violent abuse of each other, would require to be told they were fish-wives from Billingsgate. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’.
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