\"Yep. She went into premature labor. “Before I took up the Suffrage,” a firm, flat voice remarked, “I could scarcely walk up-stairs without palpitations. "Because they're in the next room, and the door's shut; that's vy, my jack-adandy!" replied Abraham, unsuspiciously. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. You think you love this other man! No doubt you do love him. “Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames.
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