Lonesomeness isn't my worry. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes. " "Pshaw! you'd do as much for me any day, and think no more about it. Gerald’s chest tightened. He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters.
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