" "Say the word, and I'm mum," returned the executioner. She would not sleep for fear of losing a moment of that sense of his proximity. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. It was less will than education.
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