” “And made you give up a political meeting,” she reminded him. ” “Of course not,” Anna said. Like the Valades, I imagine. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. Sheppard. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill.
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