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“How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. We will get on with the agreement and you shall have in it whatever rubbish you like.
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