Seemed like he knew so much—more than me, miss. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "Adorable girl!" he cried, in the most impassioned tone, and with the most impassioned look he could command. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. . ” Anna’s demeanour was still imperturbable, her marble pallor untinged by the slightest flush of colour. The young man looked at her. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. “The fact is—I don’t know why—this takes me by surprise.
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