” “I am very glad,” he answered, in a low tone. ” Anna shook her head. I want to get away—to go to London. She turned into the study, sat down at the table and fingered the pencils, curiously stirred. “Don’t fence with me,” Anna cried fiercely. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in his breast. For the face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine.
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