She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. You are my slave—and such you shall continue. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire.
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