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‘I’m a soldier, missie. ” He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. "They will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and child. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in an attempt to earn my own living. ” “You mean to say,” Anna said slowly, “that you are going to leave your husband?” “Yes. She took his hand in hers. I want to fill it with fine and precious things. And here's the proof. Like a petulant child he snapped. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. ” His eyes were closed. “I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently.
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