“I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. There he paused again, half turning his back and pretending to look for someone among the soldiers on the benches. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. . I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. In a moment they were in the street outside. Anna sighed as she reflected that her sister had simply revelled in her indiscretions. Wood. Kneebone. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat.
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