Not Trodger. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. They were silent and no longer observant, being more or less exhausted by the tedious action of the chairs. ” Anna looked at her steadily. It was not so uncommon back in the Hebrides for men to take several wives and additional lovers. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically.
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