Her prevailing effect was one of quiet and complete assurance, as though she knew all about everything, and was only restrained by her instinctive delicacy from telling what she knew. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. She pulled her hand away quickly. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. Her anger parlayed with her confusion, as she realized that the new marriage was about as optional as the first one and her hunger was growing inside her like a weed. The latter began to heave himself up from the sand.
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