Wood. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. “I do not like to seem inhospitable, Anna,” she said hesitatingly. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing. They were terrible, horrible people. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation methods and addresses.
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