"If you are human," rejoined Trenchard, with stern emphasis, "I insist upon knowing whence you derived your information?" "I might refuse to answer the question, Sir Rowland. And Miss Miniver began to sway her. Wild here presently. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors. "Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. She pulled her hand away quickly. She was alone with a deadly enemy.
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