“Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play with words. “My dear Anna! As though I should think of depressing you with my long list of misdeeds. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. At least the sun would not be as bright, which was a welcome reprieve from the mercilessly bright early summer days which had invigorated every man, woman, and child in the suburbs but were wearing Lucy down into acute fatigue, along with her hunger. I loved her so much. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me.
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