Perhaps some one had kissed the brow that was now so cadaverous, rubbed that sunken cheek with loving fingers, held that stringy neck with passionately living hands. Mr. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. All we have to apprehend is a rescue. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered.
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