All the initial confidence in herself was gone; her courage was merely a shell to hide the lack. He had hurt her. Nature is God, Anna, and the greatest artist of us all a pigmy. Stop it!” Anna stepped back bewildered, but the man held out his arms to her. I have pleaded with her—no wonder that I have pleaded with her in vain. "Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me.
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