She grew attached to a pair of twins, a boy named Fritz and a girl named Anna, belonging to an auburn-haired Viennese prostitute named Clotilde. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. "No," replied Jack. "Your answer!" cried Sheppard. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. Anna thrust hers into her pocket unopened, and for the first time left the house without a smile upon her face.
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