. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured.
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