Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. ” Anna laughed outright. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city.
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