He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. “Who wouldn’t be for you?” The train began to move. She was frightfully hungry. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently.
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