Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art. ‘Oh, are there? You are not quite alone in these adventures of yours, I take it. It felt too good. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. Most of my people are upstairs dressing for dinner.
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