Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. After that, we'll go our several ways. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. He gave glimpses of possibilities. Miss Annabel is her sister. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper.
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