\" She tried not to stare at Shari who had resumed 11 sipping the drugged cocoa. ” She exhaled through her mouth and could not bring her eyes to meet his. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. “Do not force me to take you seriously,” she continued. .
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