One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. I had a vague sort of idea that this was the region where one finds apartments, so I told my cabman to drive in this direction while I sat inside his vehicle and endeavoured to form a plan of campaign. “I can survive on my own. “He fancied that he did,” she corrected him coolly. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. “Anna!” she repeated. It was locked. Consequences of the Theft.
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