"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. To find the incentive! But how? Thither and yon the idea roved, seeking the way. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. ” For the moment her aunt could not think of any reply to this counterstroke, and Ann Veronica followed up her advantage by a sudden inquiry about her abandoned boots. She romanticized, imagining a life on the High Seas. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence.
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