A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. “I believe after all it’s coming out!” said Miss Stanley. ” Her words were slurred with sleep. She hastened past. ” Anna glanced towards her sister, but the latter avoided her eyes. You can have no shecrets from me. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness.
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