“It’s my fault. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. Selfishness. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. Sheppard, he turned to quit the churchyard. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. And I want him out of uniform. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles, The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract his mind. It would be very hard perhaps to make you understand just how I feel about it. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt.
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