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“Who killed her husband?” “Go and nurse him, missus!” “Murderess!” Anna looked from left to right. Probably some woman on the loose; they were as thick as flies over here—dizzy blondes. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. She was as pale as death, but she seemed to have lost the power of movement. She was in deadly earnest in everything she did. Not that he deliberately courted danger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why and wherefore of this or that invading emotion. E. . “I do,” Anna answered. When I think of it—” “But these are things I want to tell you now!” “I made a little song of it. “See you to-night, I suppose?” He sauntered off. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. But he held the smile until she turned away from the curtain.
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