” “I began to be afraid you might not come at all. Such of his features as were visible were of coarse mould. ‘You imbecile. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. " "I can't. " "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him. Anna sprang to her feet and made for the dressing-room door.
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