I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. Supposing he too wanted love and his arms were as empty as hers? Some living thing that depended upon her. . When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. She told you —the truth. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead.
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