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His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. That is why I called myself Anna. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. Ruth did not consider it necessary, however, to add that she had not notified this aunt of her coming, that she did not know whether the aunt still resided in Hartford or was underground. Abruptly she desisted, recoiled, and turned and fled up-stairs.
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