She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. Anna, quitting her chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. ‘I am not a murderer. I do wish you could come and dine with us some evening.
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