A strange but welcome proposal.
Harriet watched as he took a small pistol from his pocket and laid it on the seat beside him. She was aghast. “But, Sir, surely not that? Your life cannot be so poor or hopeless as mine is that you would consider doing that to yourself? I am not worth it.” He could see that she was thinking only of the pistol he had laid on the seat. “Oh, that.” He dismissed it. “It was all I thought of until I met you. I was coming back to this belvedere to end my miserable life. If I had done so, there would have been two bodies here by this morning: mine, and yours. I could not allow that. No. I am a step or two further removed from that solution to my problems after meeting you as I did. “No. I can solve all of your problems that had you sitting here, ready to breathe your last, as well as those dif
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