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It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. Anna failed in her painting, our money was gone, and she was forced to earn her own living. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. And sometimes he overflowed with a peculiarly malignant wit that played, with devastating effect, upon any topics that had the courage to face it.
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