’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. “So your father brought you here to live in the States?” John asked. Anna stood on the step and looked up and down the street for a hansom. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never take in promiscuous travellers. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. Mr. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast.
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