I can assure you, Anna, it will take me years to get decently established. My son went down after his death. Nothing has been touched since. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. In response to an almost imperative gesture from the nurse, Anna laid her hand upon his. Martha was quite right. I’m minded to take a whip and beat some sense into you. You’re splendid stuff, you know, but you’ve got nothing ready to sell.
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