Anna failed in her painting, our money was gone, and she was forced to earn her own living. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly. ‘Silence,’ hissed a voice in French.
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