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"Zounds!" cried Kneebone, furiously. ” John looked at her sympathetically. ‘Jacques, do not die while I am gone. “It’s precious unromantic. Instead, God had sent her Sebastianus, a man who had sold his soul to the Devil to gain eternal life, or perhaps he was even the Devil himself. There was a gallows erected, and a great mob round it—thousands of people, and all with white faces like corpses. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of indecorous humor. This man has an evil reputation. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Only her babe died.
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