"Take me, then," replied the widow. "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. A thin line of red appeared in the white neck. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. ” “Teddy,” said Ann Veronica, “you’re a dear!” “Oh, quite!” said Teddy, convulsively, and lifted an imaginary hat and left her. He gurgled as if trying to communicate. That was life.
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