‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. “I’m mostly self-taught. In the second, she was wretchedly poor, and assailed by temptations of which you can form no idea. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. ‘Will you let be?’ Instead she grasped his hand tighter.
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