He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. ’ ‘Slaughtered with the rest, was she?’ Despite his hatred of the woman who had caused so much grief, the general found he could not rejoice as he wanted to. Yours?" The stranger hesitated. Suddenly he stopped short. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. The poor wretch, driven by desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. He depended upon her, for his medicine, for his drink, for the little amusement it was now permissible to give him. “It isn’t only the dance,” she said.
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