And immeasurable was the calm evolved from this knowledge. My only love is for my poor lost son. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Given time and the right environment, and he would outgrow these defects. But Sheppard answered for him. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. "I warn you, if you do not send for a doctor immediately, you will have cause to regret it," Ruth declared vigorously. That register would be easy to get at; comforting thought.
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