She held out the foil. His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. She had no intention of fighting fair. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. Then her fingers moved. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. I found him once in my rooms, and I believe that he had a key to my front door. But I shan’t try to stop you. And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her.
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