“I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. But recently he had asked God to pile it all on him; and God had added this, with a fresh portion for Ruth. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better.
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