Angus is missing in action and feared dead. I overheard Mrs. Burns telling Cook he had been in a great battle as part of the British Offensive, and his beautiful white horse was seen running from the battle, with no rider – his beautiful white horse who carried us into the woods where we jumped over the stream and married in the eyes of God. I used to carry apples for him when we met.
I will not sleep tonight. I will pray for Angus all through the night.
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