‘I am not in the least in a rage. It comes over the mountains, Anna, pink darkening into orange red, everywhere a wonderful cloud sea, scintillating with colour. Most of my people are upstairs dressing for dinner. I cannot do it, David. ’ But she reckoned without the fellow Trodger. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. Her mind developed into savage wrath at the present conditions of a woman’s life.
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