She fought the inclination for a while, then surrendered. ‘I had no need of the place, and there was no money, of course. Woman's love of silk is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman will have her bit of silk. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. "Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!" demanded Sharples, after a pause. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit.
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