Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a confession to make. ” Anna leaned back in the chair and laughed softly. She followed him about persistently, and succeeded, after a brisk, unchivalrous struggle (in which he pinched and asked her to “cheese it”), in kissing him among the raspberries behind the greenhouse. "Then, the story of his death was false. I loved her so much. Perhaps I deceived you about it. He had no use for Ann Veronica; he had never had a use for her since she had been too old to sit upon his knee. ” Anna read, and her cheeks grew slowly scarlet.
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