“Bless you, sweetheart. ” “It is my wish to be alone,” she said wearily. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. ‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor.
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