" "And what should a young man like this one have to forget?" Prudence demanded to know. He placed his chin upon the top of her head. He bent over to Anna at once. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me. “Don’t bunch too much as you come out,” she added. She laughed altogether in her old manner.
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