The next morning she went out with her post-office savings bank-book, and telegraphed for a warrant to draw out all the money she had in the world. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. She had first picked up the fiddle back when it was still called a viol, that was how long she had been at it. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. He had spoken impressively, and most likely Anna, had she reappeared, would have met with a fair reception. When he reached the happy ending, he waited. He walked through the misty September night to his rooms. “Endless.
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