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‘You are wise, Marthe. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man?
Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift?
But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah,
but that had been after he had played for her. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding
her be of good cheer, hurried off. To-morrow he might be sorry; but to-day, this hour!
She rose, not quickly, but with a dignity which only accentuated her beauty. I’m
turning into a big fat cow. It cuts. Anna was still holding her cigarette between her fingers. Here,
might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat,
spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman:
there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and
lamentations in the same breath. End of Project Gutenberg's Anna the Adventuress, by E.
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