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I didn't understand then, but I do now. The militia offered little in the way of relief. “Don’t be a hypocrite. Your pets are gone. ” She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to: “What’s the good of pretending? “I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of and indifferent to her proceedings. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning.
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