He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. I don't want her hurt. You have a daughter, no? Madame Ibstock, I think. Let me lend you some money. I have been waiting a long time for a family like them. 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.
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