His fingers slipped under the collar of her linen shift and he tore it open with a swipe. "And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. You can’t do without an agent, and there’s no one can run you better than I can. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white.
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