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“It’s precious unromantic. I am really in earnest. ” Anna moved softly to the window, and threw up the sash. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. “I’m not a good woman. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. Hill closed his eyes. I suppose the phrase—the word—originally meant a man who searched for food on the beach. ‘How is this? Proo-den-ss. "I say we, because Miss Rachel and I have struck up a match. “I am afraid,” she said, “that he must have a skeleton key to these rooms. “As a second job?” “Right about five months ago when Larry fell off the truck and we stopped seeing each other, Cathy took a second job. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. "'Odd's! bodikins!" cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, "I'm in luck to-day.
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