What is there?” “Tristan. Oh, the beautiful books! Romance, adventure, love stories! She gathered up the books in her arms and cuddled them, as a mother might have cuddled a child. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. She won’t be a problem from now on. “A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna!” she exclaimed in a hoarse excited whisper. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland.
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