Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed face. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Public school. They were properly brought up, and sat still and straight, and took the luck fate brought them as gentlewomen should. But she wished she could put the thing she had done in some way to them so that it would not hurt them so much as the truth would certainly do. One who—who—tres. It was time to get up. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face.
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