Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. Why not? Were not his own sentiments inclined in favour of the patient? But fifty gold was fifty gold. Think, ma’am.
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