Anna sat quite still for a moment, and then the colour suddenly returned to her cheeks. Her whole conduct and tone had been modest and ladylike. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest.
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