“It is an annoyance, my friend,” she said, “not a tragedy. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. On the death of his royal patron, he resolved to return to his own country; and, after various delays, which had postponed it to the present time, he had succeeded in accomplishing his object. “Rubbish!” he answered. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence.
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