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“I wonder,” he said, “is there anything we could do to help you to get rid of him?” “Can you think of anything?” Anna answered. She sat down by the paperrack with a general feeling of resemblance to Vivie Warren, and looked through the Morning Post and Standard and Telegraph, and afterward the half-penny sheets. She was drawn first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and disorders of contemporary life. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. ‘Seems to me, missie, as you’re as dangerous a female as I’m like to see. Anna made things for her. ’ Triumph soared in Gerald’s chest.
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