Hill, Meysey Hill. She bolted awake in the large bed which was awash in a sea of silks, furs, and red curtains. 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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