” He sat for a moment, absorbing. At every step he seemed to be haunted by the ghost of the past. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks.
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