“We must go. ”
Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. “I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. ‘Why did you bring him? I hate him. All who lived
there aspired to be something greater, all who lived there
had hope, even the slaves! Oh, Lucia, if you could have
seen the Parthenon, or attended the plays at the
Athaneum, you would know why I loved it there. Remember that. "
"Yes. Stay where you are, Mr. A chain, riveted to an iron belt encircling her waist, bound
her to the wall.
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