Dead Men Tell No Tales

I was shaking all over in the intensity of my passion, and for the moment it was joy enough to be able at last to tell her all.

“Love you?” I echoed. “With every fibre of my being! With every atom of my heart and soul and body! I love you well enough to live to a hundred for you, or to die for you tonight!”

“Well enough to - give me up?” she whispered.

I felt as though a cold hand had checked my heart at its hottest,


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I was shaking all over in the intensity of my passion, and for the moment it was joy enough to be able at last to tell her all.

“Love you?” I echoed. “With every fibre of my being! With every atom of my heart and soul and body! I love you well enough to live to a hundred for you, or to die for you tonight!”

“Well enough to - give me up?” she whispered.

I felt as though a cold hand had checked my heart at its hottest,


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