Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. Speak lower.
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