” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. “My name is Anna Pellissier, sometimes called Annabel. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. “We have to be— modern.
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