Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!. ” She picked at her sandwich idly. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death.
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