When you have to shoot, shoot, don&#39;t talk.

There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

An' Grandpa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place. You sure a that? Pa cried Why, no. Oh he was breathin', Casy went on, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it.

There is a terrible pain,” she said softly, “about being abandoned by someone who loves someone else more than you. A pain and an emptiness and a determination never again to give anyone that power.

Written By Mary Balogh

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