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She wanted to be alone. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors,
growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. “What are you doing?” He cried. But you—you have a good face. Then a
bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. I am an independent sort of person,” she continued, “and I am engaged in
an attempt to earn my own living. I'll send you word
when I catch him. Hetty, looking out of the window—she always smoked her after-breakfast
cigarette at the window for the benefit of the less advanced section of
Morningside Park society—and trying not to raise objections, saw Miss Stanley
going down toward the shops. ”
“Be very sure that you do,” Anna said slowly. She saw herself building up a life upon that
—a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a
life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves.
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