She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. ‘Keep still, for God’s sake! Hilary will send him off all right and tight, never fear. “I find it very hard to write this letter. I'm a slave to my word. “What? She replied, still hazy. ’ ‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’ ‘I do not know. I must not let you go again.
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