“Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. Gerald frowned. ‘She knows what she’s up against. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine.
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