Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. It was a face that matched her body, so pure and beautiful that any man would have killed for her. Every window, from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered with spectators. ‘Sleeping like a baby, he is. “Don’t!” she begged. Only the strong survived.
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