I do not know how I shall get it, but I must, you understand. But you need not fear,’ she added, shaking him off. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. Wood in the deepest mourning. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room.
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