“Just think about what you are asking, John, please. ” “Forty what?” Anna asked bewildered. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. They would be partners only in loneliness. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. ’ Grudgingly, the sergeant shifted aside and allowed her access to the stairs, grumbling to her retreating back, ‘If I’d me way, missie, I’d send you back to France where you ought never to have come away from, if you arst me.
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