The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to
faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. “So should you. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if
they were drawn in ink. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it
was good money. “You are unjust and quixotic, Anna, you have no right to
treat any one as you are treating me. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who
waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key,
laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. "
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