As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. One’s got to be a better man than one’s father, or what is the good of successive generations? Life is rebellion, or nothing. CHAPTER XXIV. 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. ” Lucy shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. They were those of the Irish watchman.
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