“My dear sweet Lucia. His smile faded. “My child, I do not wish. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. As soon as he became convalescent, and all fears of his premature dissolution were at an end, Wild recommenced his rigorous treatment. In your heart you know quite well that all that you have said is useless. ” He rowed a stroke and watched the swirl of water from his oar broaden and die away. Tears began to stream from her cheeks.
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