Love…. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. But it does not sound as if the girl that wears the name resembles either of her parents. She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but there are grades and qualities of love.
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