‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. . No one will ever love you as I love you now. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense.
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