Chapter 55 No.55

Colonel Musgrave stood now upon the other side of John Charteris's grave-just in the spot that was reserved for her own occupancy some day.

"You are ill, Anne. You are not fit to be out. Go home."

"I had a little boy once," she said. "'But that's all past and gone, and good times and bad times and all times pass over.' There's an odd simple m

            
            

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