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"Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?"
"Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. It was such an
unexpected stroke of fortune. “My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my
God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!”
His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive. "
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"I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation
belied her words. Immediately beneath the pulpit stood a large circular pew where malefactors
under sentence of death sat to hear the condemned sermon delivered to them,
and where they formed a public spectacle to the crowds, which curiosity
generally attracted on those occasions. Michelle
awoke suddenly, violently. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which
they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and
lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her
mother had made from secret recipes.
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