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Then her fingers moved. . “I wonder,” she said, “how much you care. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. “Anna!” she repeated. It was empty. ‘But with more courage in her little finger than in many another female’s entire body. She went to her own table and sat down. But Jack was too nimble for him.
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