“How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. "Ay, murder him, if you like the term," returned Wild. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. As Jack conjectured, no one was there, and, though a lamp was burning on a stand, they decided upon proceeding without it.
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