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She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Probably she mistook you; probably she thought you cared. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. It is Anna again who stands between me and ruin. I must go to work again. However, I'll make a last effort to save the poor little creature, if it costs me my life. From long experience with both races he had acquired definitions, but none snugly applied to this girl.
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