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She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed, uncaring of lice or bedbugs. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. The lady had disappeared. If you can tell me nothing I don’t already know, so be it. The Project Gutenberg EBook of Anna the Adventuress, by E. E. “I have found out at last what a useless person I am —from a utilitarian point of view. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become her headquarters. She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Some shadow of reserve seemed to have crept up between them. A little kindness would not bring the world tumbling about her ears. Her lips parted, but no words came. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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