The man was my husband. She is not in the least like the descriptions of her. She meant to go, she meant to go, she meant to go. She had even played in an opera by Verdi once, but had to dress as a boy to do it. Anna leaned over so that he needed only to whisper. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. Sir John stood upon the threshold. “I think we’ve exhausted this discussion,” she said.
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