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The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. She makes me feel terribly old-fashioned. So the world is choked with waste and waiting daughters. 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.
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