“I don’t understand. I'm about to leave this country for ever. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. "Sit down, fool!" "Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?" "Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?" "Nothing—nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his sympathy. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting. ’ ‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. It was as if she had come upon the beautiful marble façade of a fairy palace, was invited to enter, and behind the door—nothing. Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness.
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