“I love you, Anna, and I want you for my wife. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. ‘It does not matter, Jacques. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. “I wonder what he takes me for?” When presently she got down from the stile a certain note of internal conflict, a touch of doubt, had gone from her warm-tinted face. ‘That is good. “I think we are growing sensible,” he said. “John, I’m so hungry. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. I need you every day.
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