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She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. The reward is mine. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. But here I am to draw upon.
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