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She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. But I am not worthy to be any man's wife —far less his wife. Can you kill yourself?” He asked quietly. For the young, immortality must seem promising, even wonderful! The grass is always greener on the other side. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other.
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