"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. I—well, I borrowed Anna’s name. Living’s just material. She ought to have been disposed to faint and scream at all these happenings; she ought to have maintained a front of outraged dignity to veil the sinking of her heart. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts.
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