There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. “I do,” Anna answered. Prudence. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. Manning regarded her thoughtfully for a moment and stroked his mustache. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out.
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