I want you to be my wife. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. "Give me till to-morrow," implored she, "and if I can bring myself to part with him, you shall have him without another word. The moral right of the author has been asserted. My will never faltered. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. Why didn’t I die? Why does God hate me so? Why does He not want me? I didn’t die because I’m weak, because I am cursed! I hate this poisoned world! But most of all. ’ She was too distressed to bear this.
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