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Besides, her pen was no longer able to absorb her attention, to keep her mind from wandering. The solitude of her desk gave her the feeling of a prison. Her body made perpetual claims upon her, as though it were some restless, fretful child, dragging her out into the streets without knowing where it wanted to go, discontented with everything it did: then hurrying her back to fling itself upon a chair, weary, but still dissatisfied. Joan was not in a comprehending mood.
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“And having learned that respectable journalism has no use for brains, you come to me,” he answered her. “What do you think you can do?” A well-known artist had been found murdered in his bed and grave suspicion attached to his beautiful young wife. Miss Ensor gave a gesture of despair and applied herself to her pie. The hirsute face of Mr. Simson had lost the foolish aggressiveness that had irritated Joan. He seemed to be pondering matters.
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