"As I said before, I have little reliance upon professions of gratitude. Why may I not be your friend? Somehow or other I feel that you have been driven into a false position. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. "Rowland," she said, in a faint voice, "I have not many minutes to live. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church.
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