She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. The girl had told him distinctly that her name was Anna. ” “Okay. I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. Gerald stayed him. And Mother trusted him.
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