Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. ‘She’s little more than a schoolgirl, just out. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. ” “That is quite untrue,” she declared cheerfully. You are right. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that.
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