"Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen
in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. "
"Bah!" returned the woollen-draper. ”
There was a shout of laughter. She had time in the
afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer
occupied by the constant spinning of wool. She cried
out with the pain of it. “It may not be
just and so forth, but, after all, it is how things are. ”
“All these things,” he muttered bitterly, “this desperate resolve to take your life
into your own hands, your unnatural craving for independence, would never
trouble you for a moment—if you really cared. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter.
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