“Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. Anna’s face was half turned from him, but her expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn over in their graves. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable.
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