Her
figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue
eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. “I may as well come up by this
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permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. “You did good!” She closed her eyes and rested in the
moment, imagining a normal life where she would go to
college, have babies with John, watch her children have
children, live, and die as she had always wanted to. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of
weakness. ‘I borrow the expression from Melusine. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves.
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