Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. This was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself.
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