At Christmas he gave her a set of a small edition of Meredith’s novels, very prettily bound in flexible leather, being guided in the choice of an author, as he intimated, rather by her preferences than his own. ‘Alors, you make a game with me, I see that. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. ” He struck a note, and Anna responded. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. “They seem smaller, you know, even physically smaller,” she said.
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