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No! That was impossible. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. 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. They had been playing tennis, with his manifest intention looming over her.
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