Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. “You see,” she said, very gently, “I AM going. She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. Forgive my daring.
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