” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. ” “And I also,” Brendon echoed. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. And then there came for both of them at least a temporary awakening. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically. He walked with bent head. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently.
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