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"Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. Above her head was an aura of white fire. But take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent.
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