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The story caing round her neck She e a child so easily The little Anna clung round her

e face of the child looked over

the shoulder of the mother, all asleep but the eyes, and these,

wide and dark, kept up the resistance and the fight with

sowen stirred for the first time from

the place where he stood, and looked round at the night He

wished it were really as beautiful and fa with the child, he felt a

curious strain on hiain, and began folding the child's

clothes He knocked She opened wondering, a little bit at bay,

like a foreigner, uneasy

"Good evening," he said "I'll just coe went quickly over her face; she was unprepared She

looked down at hi the daffodils, the darkness behind In his black clothes

she again did not know hi on to the threshold, and closing

the door behind him She turned into the kitchen, startled out

of herself by this invasion froht He took off his hat,

and caht, in his black