You think you will. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. Tell me how you are earning your living here, Anna—typewriting, or painting, or lady’s companion?” “I think,” Anna said, “that the less you know about me the better. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you.
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