Cathy rushed out from the kitchen, all smiles, with Lucy behind her. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. “I hope,” said Miss Stanley, with dignity, and turned doorward with features in civil warfare. To call yourself ‘Alcide’! Your hair, your gestures, your voice, all mine! Oh, how dared you do it?” “You must not forget,” Anna said calmly, “that it is necessary for me also—to live.
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