” “Isn’t it enough that I love you? Turn me now. And, come what will, I'll balk him of the satisfaction of hanging me. So often as she had herself manipulated a dagger, she could not mistake the shape that pressured across her chest, or the sharp point that dug below her bosom. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Mrs. Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released.
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