You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. E. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream.
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