Why didn’t I die? Why does
God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t
die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this
poisoned world! But most of all. Yes, very well. ”
He followed up a line of thought. ”
“YOU know,” said Ann Veronica. ”
“May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my
errand here this evening?”
Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. He was a manly man,
free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty
bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment. "
"Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is
over.
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