A Girl Among the Anarchists
Von: Isabel Meredith
In the small hours of a bitter January morning I sat in my room gazing
into the fire, and thinking over many things. I was alone in the house,
except for the servants, but this circumstance did not affect me.
into the fire, and thinking over many things. I was alone in the house,
except for the servants, but this circumstance did not affect me.
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