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Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. "Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. And she buried herself beneath the straw, which she tossed above her head with the wildest gestures.
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