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As I said, I don__ expect you to understand____nd I don__,_ he cut in. __e ask how I can live a life that I know will end with the hangman__ noose. Well, at least I am alive. Ye might as well have climbed inside yer husband__ coffin and let yerself be buried with his corpse.__er hand flashed out before she__ thought about it, the smack against his cheek loud in the little courtyard.Silence had her eyes locked with Michael__, her chest rising and falling swiftly, but she was aware that Bert and Harry had looked up. Even Mary and Lad had paused in their play.Without taking his gaze from hers, Michael reached out and grasped her hand. He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed the center of her palm.He looked at her, her hand still at his lips. __on__ take to yer grave afore yer time, Silence, m__ove.
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As I said, I don__ expect you to understand____nd I don__,_ he cut in. __e ask how I can live a life that I know will end with the hangman__ noose. Well, at least I am alive. Ye might as well have climbed inside yer husband__ coffin and let yerself be buried with his corpse.__er hand flashed out before she__ thought about it, the smack against his cheek loud in the little courtyard.Silence had her eyes locked with Michael__, her chest rising and falling swiftly, but she was aware that Bert and Harry had looked up. Even Mary and Lad had paused in their play.Without taking his gaze from hers, Michael reached out and grasped her hand. He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed the center of her palm.He looked at her, her hand still at his lips. __on__ take to yer grave afore yer time, Silence, m__ove.

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