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Her attitude now entirely sisterly, he ceased to be afraid of her; there was never
anything in her eyes (so far as he could see) but friendly interest in all he said or
did. He had
not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat
dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. “I do want you. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. Eh bien, we shall see. Why? Because she knew him
in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her
vision—Sidney Carton. “There is a secret. As
she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully
of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown,
sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered
hip everyday garb.
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