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"Do you know what you make me think of?" "What?" "As if you had stepped out of some old family album. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. The weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned my back upon it. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell.
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