"A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. ” She did not wait for Ann Veronica’s reply. She recalled him. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. The freezing water lapped around her ankles as she ran along its edge, marveling at the thousands of tiny white spiral shells the tide had brought in. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother.
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