’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. The echoes of his hard, unpleasant laugh reached Anna on her way upstairs. It contains news of the serious illness of a near relation at Paris. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel.
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