John picked it up and put it in her hands. "I yield to fate. “To think that you were going to do it—and never said a word! You are a little thin, but except for that you look—you look better than ever. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. Diamonds! You shall have all that you can carry away, sacks full if you like. They don’t catch on to discursive interests, you see, because they are more serious, they are concentrated on the central reality of life, and a little impatient of its—its outer aspects. "Your worry is needless. What would you? I cannot fight them all. I can vouch for that. How I could have been such a fool I’ll never know. But if he starts a long jog, his name is Dennis.
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