Anna was not “Alcide” of the “Ambassador’s,” whose subtly demure smile and piquant glances had called him to her side from the moment of their first meeting. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed. She tried to think how people get work. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. That’s why he was so annoyed, you know. It slipped out—as did that “she”. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. I am loved. Neither their mother nor Sebastian noticed, as certain members of the house had taken to avoiding each other.
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