I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. She could not move. Bordered by fine timber, the road occasionally offered glimpses of a lovely valley, until a wider opening gave a full view of a delightful and varied prospect. She told her husband that she wished her nothing more than her own death. CHAPTER XX. ” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating.
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