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And now Ann Veronica’s evenings were also becoming very busy. In the sixth center row sat an unexpected guest, his Classical Greek features stark in the yellow half light. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. "I never told anybody," she went on. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. You will only make me hurt you the more. "All is prepared. Anna felt that her words had become charged with a fuller and more subtle meaning than any which she had intended to impart.
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