“This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. Too busy. . While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. I’ve accustomed myself to think of you— as if you were like every other girl who works at the schools—as something quite outside these possibilities. Mrs Sindlesham’s wrinkled cheek had paled, and her eyes were fixed upon Gerald in a look that wrung his heart. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. The picture of Mary Remenham was still on the wall.
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