“Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically. “About two years ago. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best. An immediate halt took place. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour of life.
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