” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. They WERE, she realized, acutely beautiful things. E. “Take off your tunic. I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced.
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