Letters of greeting were received from Mrs. annie besant of England, and many others.
With the internment of Mrs. annie besant it sounded a new note—a note inspired by an ardent love of humanity.
He laughed and said he did not know, but, glancing over the faces, he felt sure that I was annie besant.
I remember clearly the first night that annie besant came to headquarters as an interested inquirer.
Of the more innocent kinds of heterogeneity I find a good example in Mrs. annie besant's autobiography.