“Time for my Patience,” she said. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. She’d have thrown this thing if you hadn’t stopped her. The asylum was approached by a broad gravel walk, leading through a garden edged on either side by a stone balustrade, and shaded by tufted trees. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face.
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