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. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. She is setting out for Hartford, Connecticut. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key.
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