They had been married for well over one hundred years. CHAPTER VIII. "Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live. The books would be soaked and ruined in the rain anyway through the thin skin of the pack. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time.
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