Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. “My wife. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. In fact, Mr. Clotilde announced that she would not be back and she was taking Fritz and Anna forever.
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