‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. “I love you, I always will. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. "She is in his power, and I am here, chained hand and foot, unable to assist her. While they were still engaged in looking round the doctor returned with a nurse and assistant. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well.
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