‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. Her life hangs upon a thread, and this may snap it. 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. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt.
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