” He said. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. So, step by step, and hurt by hurt, Ruth was learning that John Smith was John Smith and nobody else.
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