End of Project Gutenberg's Anna the Adventuress, by E. She reached for the door handle. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. . Then she was turning, ignoring the muttered cursing and the rattling that immediately ensued at the door. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr. "The nurses," she answered.
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