"He is dying?" whispered Ruth. “It is very, very difficult,” she continued, looking steadfastly at the ground. And for Suzanne and the vicomte, I am nothing. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. At the open door stood a young man in a rich garb with a mask on his face, who was encouraging the mob by words and gestures. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. Now he lay there, a doubled-up mass, with ugly distorted features, and a dark wet stain dripping slowly on to the carpet.
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