Anna, who had sung the first verse of her song, looked around the house, a little surprised at the absence of the applause which had never yet failed her. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. His voice now had lost its ironies.
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