. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. She pushed between the pews, hoping to reach the sword first, while desperately holding on to her petticoats to keep them up, as her sword arm wavered. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. I guess she used to pick on her for being big and fat.
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