Softly she rose to her feet. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly. ” 243 She felt a mixture of embarrassment, humiliation, and pride well up in her cheeks, flushing them.
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