The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. “There is someone in my rooms,” Anna said. . He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. To be no longer with Martha was strange. He’ll appoint a meeting place with you and be ready at any time to bring a message to me.
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