Alfred Gockel paintings
Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
now, before anything else.
Janet's face was so red from crying that it couldn't turn any redder, so it turned a most unbecoming purple.
"Why didn't you ask me before?" she said slowly.
"I couldn't. She made me promise not to -- mother made me promise not to. Nineteen years ago she took a terrible spell. We thought she couldn't live through it. She implored me to promise not to ask you to marry me while she was alive. I didn't want to promise such a thing, even though we all thought she couldn't live very long -- the doctor only gave her six months. But she begged it on her knees, sick and suffering. I had to promise."
"What had your mother against me?" cried Janet.
"Nothing -- nothing. She just didn't want another woman -- ANY woman -- there while she was living. She said if I didn't promise she'd die right there and I'd have killed
Monday, July 7, 2008
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