You see, I’m selfish. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. ” “But what did father imagine?” “Of course he imagined! Any one would! ‘What has happened, Peter?’ I asked. It is very important because I have lost my proof. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs.
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