The fact that it was her trusted friend making illicit love to her remained, in spite of all her effort, an insignificant thing in her mind. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. Sebastian administered bitter tonics to her, fluids she could not taste with her swollen tongue. She held up the lamp.
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