Be kind to her. He grabbed her legs and threw the covers from the bed. Then a surge of rage welled up. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts.
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