" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. I am gambling on his intuition. " "Probably not.
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