The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. ” “I have been through dozens of foster parents, John. His eyes caught at hers with passionate inquiries. 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. We're to be given a treat to-night. Wood's advice and assistance, but the thought of the reception she was likely to meet with from his wife deterred her from executing this resolution. I shouldn't talk like that. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava.
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