The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. " "My coat, please. 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. What was the matter with the dress? She could not see. No one will ever love you as I love you now. “Have you any money?” “Lots,” Anna answered laconically.
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