’ Le Petit Journal said that the man was dead. Ennison?” “He spoke to me, thinking that I was you,” Anna answered. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. They carried no more than bare subsistence wages; and they demanded all her time and energy. She would never again be lonely. He filled her glass with champagne.
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