She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. Then the foremost bowed and passed on. The game lasted until 7:13. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. “I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom.
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