I called myself Anna. 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. I beg that you will consider me your friend. She thought of her costume in some detail and with considerable satisfaction, and particularly of a very jolly property dagger with large glass jewels in the handle, that reposed in a drawer in her room. I am the cause of his ill-usage. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. ‘Adieu, imbecile,’ she threw at him gleefully. To this day he and every one else thinks that he married Anna.
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