” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. Never had she seemed to him so much like Anna. She made an abrupt personal appeal. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random. ” “Please tell me why?” she asked. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. It was a mass of knick-knacks. CHAPTER XIII. “Forty guineas a week.
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