He has no imagination, no real generosity. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. " As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. “How dared you do yourself this injustice?” “I did it for her sake,” she answered.
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