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“It’s precious unromantic. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. “Was I not strong enough when you flogged me for leaning over the oubliette? Who tells you these things? The physician, Sebastianus? Am I not sovereign enough to judge what is happening to my own body?\" She demanded. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. She came to me in a dream. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life.
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