“You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. I have been in torment all the while to know whether it was to Anna or to Annabel that you were making love so charmingly. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion.
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