“Rubbish!” he answered. ” “I am highly flattered,” she remarked, with subtle irony. Anna, who had thrown aside her sealskin coat, wore a tight-fitting walking dress of some dark shade. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. But it must have been something that could show her to be Mary’s daughter. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. By-the-bye, do you want any money? Sir John’s ideas of pin money are not exactly princely, but I can manage what you want, I dare say.
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