“My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. ‘But I have the pistol,’ Gerald pointed out. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. But she does not resemble you in any other way.
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