‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. “Then I will do what I can,” Anna promised. “And I have dragged you all over here for nothing,” she murmured. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches.
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