Do you know how late it is?” She nodded. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. She felt that perhaps, in her desire to play an adequate part in the conversation, she had talked rather more freely than she ought to have done, and given him a wrong impression of herself. Then Alderman Dunstable, who had hitherto been silent, broke out into speech and went off at a tangent, and gave his personal impressions of quite a number of his fellow-councillors. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly.
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