He kissed her fingers and grinned. “But I am your husband,” he said. All other things were without weight or consequence before the fact that this poor young man would have to depend upon her for his life. I freely forgive you. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. . She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. Mr. He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful escapes ever planned or accomplished.
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