As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one for whom we ought to send?” “I know very little of him beyond his name,” Anna answered. “I am not dependent upon any one. . . . Always as black and bitter as gall. She saw its depraved eyes, but worse were the glittering teeth as it smiled. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were. Imbecile. They stopped talking, except to each other.
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