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She was no longer a confederate in that. Anna left the room on tiptoe. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. But let the horses be in readiness. “Dear old daddy!” she said, and was amazed to find herself shedding tears. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way.
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