Otherwise, every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and intent. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. For nothing they kiss. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. “She can’t go now. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. I promise not to do it again. Part 4 But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear.
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