” “And leave you here alone?” he asked, in a hoarse whisper. People were passing in the street below. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. F. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity.
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