His head was small and bullet-shaped,
and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his
temples. “If it will keep you busy,” he said, with a faintly ironical smile. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it
always returned with redoubled poignancy?
Then came another thought, astonishing. Eh bien, they would see about this. He stepped back further. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is
Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. By-the-bye, have you seen this new woman at the ‘Empire’? What is it they call
her—‘Alcide?’”
“Yes, I have seen her,” Ennison answered. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories.
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