A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. See paragraph 1. She hated tricking Shari, whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending on the season. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. You have been burning paper, I see. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without.
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