” Anna looked for a moment steadily at her sister, whose face was still averted. Why? While the front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?” His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some secret or forbidden or impossible lover. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud. She would often steal away to tryst with him in the orchard, even now she felt her loins grow warm with the memory of his ardor. It appears that he was an unsuccessful admirer of the lady in question, and he admits that, under the influence of drink, he broke into her rooms, and there made a determined attempt at suicide. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. They’ve just got to keep white. White, my landlady, believes his story. . Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way.
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