“Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. Even the stars were strangers. . He looked at her, hurt. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. It isn’t as though I haven’t done well.
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