The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. This service rendered, without waiting for any farther order, she withdrew. “You underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that struck you may strike again. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. Me—I’m nothing but a country wench, and one who went to the bad.
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