Courtlaw,” Anna said, “and my solicitors, Messrs. “I’m covered. “You too were deceived. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. I—I hurt myself. “Damn! Things are getting plainer. He was a civil servant of some standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious, nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather carefully finished verse. One transgression; he was sure of that. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. No: I must face it out. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers.
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