You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ” “But why didn’t you prohibit once for all the whole thing? How dared she tell you that?” “Out of defiance. She said that your mother was only fifteen when she went to live with them. ’ She dropped to her knees before her old nurse and hugged the workroughened hand with both her own, looking up into Martha’s face where slow tears were tracing down her cheek. Anna raised her eyes. I'm about to leave this country for ever. She would flee to the wild fastnesses, the places where there were no overarching systems of any use, where she could blend with the unstable populace and kill in relative peace. ” “Do what?” “Oh!—anything. Whatever happened she need never return to that possibility. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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