"Can't!" repeated his mother. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. Wood, with a look meant to reduce her supposed rival to the dust. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. ‘General, we do not know. Somehow to-night—I don’t know.
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