“If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. "I've spoken. 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. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered.
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