A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. “Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. He had bled everywhere, but she had struck when the opportunity was ripe. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery.
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