Lightheaded, she
threw up in the courtyard of the Palazzo as servants
crowded her in alarm. Tell me how you are earning your living
here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?”
“I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. ’
‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. He knew that at this moment Ruth lay upon
her bed in torment, for she was by nature tender; and the reaction of her scathing
words, no matter how justifiable, would be putting scars on her soul. “Why?” He inquired. “You will be so late. "
"Let's toddle over to the Victoria at once. “I think, perhaps if you will excuse
me, that we will defer the luncheon. Anna, quitting her
chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him
convalesce. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to
which it had reduced his mother. ’ She paused,
struggling for the word. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to
him.
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