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It was the beginning of June. “I did not recognize him,” Anna answered. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. “I have been very selfish,” she declared. But that instinct is severely dampened most of the time. She was fiercely and bitterly jealous. You know that. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. But I shall take care of Ruth, work for her and fight for her. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. In some incomprehensible way that back view made her feel sorry for Alice.
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