The massive door was unlocked, and they entered the cell. ” He came and stood on the hearthrug close to her. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine.
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