She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. \"Word gets round. "You base ingrate," she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. Ennison?β βHe spoke to me, thinking that I was you,β Anna answered. John knew better.
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