In the hall below she could hear his firm voice giving quick commands to the servants. "Is it poison?" she asked. It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains.
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