on. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. She found she was trembling at his nearness and full of a thrilling dread that he might touch her. " Himself. All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. Let me have a word with him, and you may take all the money.
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