” A spot of colour flared in Anna’s cheek as she glanced towards the speaker. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. I was rude and stupid. The shouts, yells, and groans which they uttered, and which were echoed by the concourse in the rear, were perfectly frightful. He handed Ruth a letter.
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