Anna, who had sung the first verse of her song, looked around the house, a little surprised at the absence of the applause which had never yet failed her. She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. She was like an angel with one wing. And put ‘em in little books for remembrance. I have the right also to throw you out. I can never be grateful enough.
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