And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. ” Her breath left her for a moment. She felt him as something solid and strong and trustworthy beyond measure. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. ” And while he talked and watched her as he talked, she answered, and behind her listening watched and thought about him. And empty. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt. It’s no good. "I beg pardon," he said.
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