Seeing the footman about to follow her in, Gerald clamped a hand onto his shoulder. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. ” In the car, John was wound up.
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