1. ” Anna glanced up. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. She watched as his headlights flooded the driveway and many minutes after his car was gone. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. . . The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. We close the chapter.
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