At Anna’s words she seemed suddenly to stiffen. That had shut him up for a while. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. I’ve got imagination. I suppose I ought to have been a man. These interests her world promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt, and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must on no account think about.
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