“Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot. . Anna lets the deception continue and has to bear the burden of her sister’s reputation which, in Paris at any rate, is that of being a coquette. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe.
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