You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. She had other boyfriends and hung out at Foster’s only bar most of the time. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. John said nothing. They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing.
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