It was eleven o'clock. 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. ‘I am not a murderer. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value.
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