I burned it. ‘His wife? Pah!’ ‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’ ‘I am saying nothing. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. He carried a small bag. She was shifting, moving back. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. Take, if you please, your own pistol.
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