A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. There was granite in her face and agate in her eyes. Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. The idea of anything criminal never entered her thoughts. I came to see you on my own account. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. She had never been able to discover where her father had hidden his shaving mirror. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. . "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. Anna was afterwards astonished at her own selfpossession. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact.
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