Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. It doesn’t seem to matter. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. I need not counsel you to avoid those fatal courses which have placed you in such fearful jeopardy. It was very pretty and very dainty while it lasted, but we played it with our eyes open, and we perfectly understood the game—both of us. I want to give you time to think.
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