Just a boy. It felt as claustrophobic as a cave; the stonework was crumbling and drifts of soil lay across the floor. That's why I say the blame is mine. When she had arrived home from Parkland Hall he had been waiting, breathless and pink-faced with nerves, clutching a diamond ring in a box.
Anne seemed taken aback by her reaction. She shook her head slightly. He felt like an orphan in a fairy tale, observing from a distance the enchanted life of the rich. The screaming faded at last.
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