May I ask the nature of your interest in her?” He hesitated. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. "I thought you were asleep. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. ’ ‘Then you will die at the hands of the canaille.
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