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The schoolroom was still Anna's special room,
although it had changed its character of late years. It was a large,
cheerful front room, two floors above the drawing-room, and Anna had
made it very pretty and comfortable. Here she kept her books and all
her treasures, and here her canaries twittered and sang in the
sunshine. Malcolm, who loaded her with presents, had himself
selected the handsomely framed prints that adorned the walls; his
favourite "Huguenot," and "The Black Brunswicker," and Luke Fildes's
"Doctor," and some of Leader's landscapes, had their places there.
In this room Anna spent her leisure hours, few and far between as
they were; here she read and thought and wrote her letters to
Malcolm--sweet, maidenly letters, which he read lightly and tossed
aside with a smile, not unkindly, but with the preoccupied
carelessness of a busy man.
The sound of their voices brought Dawson to the door. She was a
little pincushiony woman, with bunched-up gray curls, which she wore
in defiance of all prevailing fashions, and of which she was
secretly very proud;.


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