F. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. I want to stand between you and all the force and vileness of the world. " "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. She entered and approached the bunk. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. "But clear the room of this rabble, if you have sufficient authority over them. Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles.
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