“John, I’m so hungry. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire.
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