” Anna nodded. Crossing several fields, newly mown, or filled with lines of tedded hay, she arrived, not without great exertion, at the summit of a hill. “I have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. But he has never been near her—never. ” Her aunt answered in a low voice: “I was engaged to him, dear, for seven years, and then he died. He would ask her to come to dinner with him in some little Italian or semiBohemian restaurant in the district toward Soho, or in one of the more stylish and magnificent establishments about Piccadilly Circus, and for the most part she did not care to refuse. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play.
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