His heart was beating, but faintly and slowly, with ominous intermissions. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. ” “I can assure you,” he answered, “that it isn’t a habit of mine. ” “Of course,” he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat, “I could go away even now. You’re splendid stuff, you know, but you’ve got nothing ready to sell. ” It took a good deal to surprise Anna, but it was all she could do to follow Mr. ‘Precisely. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom.
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