Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. 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 talked about his driver's license, how he would soon inherit his older brother's BMW. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. By this time, several of the terrified domestics appeared with lights. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. But in this posture he fared worse than ever.
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