“Hold on, she’s right here. ”
“I hope that you may,” Anna answered enigmatically. I’ve got imagination. Tight. . In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. '"
"An ingenious device," laughed Gay. “Not home yet, miss,” the young man replied. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she
uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. “Mrs. Mr. I know who hits
hardest. Rows of roasted duck, brilliantly varnished; luscious vegetables, which
she had been warned against; baskets of melon seed and water-chestnuts; men
working in teak and blackwood; fan makers and jade cutters; eggs preserved in
what appeared to her as petrified muck; bird's nests and shark fins.
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