" "Better she die by her own hand, than by that monster's," cried Jack, brandishing the bar. She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. She was glad when he went on: “I want to be your city of refuge from every sort of bother. It might have been the moon, or the phosphorescence of the broken water, or it might have been his abysmal loneliness; but suddenly he caught her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth.
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