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She seemed to have
no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and
position. CHAPTER IX. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. "Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. ”
“Sure, anything you want. ”
He pointed to Ennison, who in his turn looked across at Anna. I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself
in one direction and shatter yourself in the other.
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