These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. "My child!" he groaned faintly. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. “I suppose some one makes a bit on the food,” she said. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent.
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