The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. ” Her aunt answered in a low voice: “I was engaged to him, dear, for seven years, and then he died. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence.
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