“All my thoughts have gone to drown themselves one by one in the cold sea! My heart was buried yesterday, and I saw it sealed down into its coffin. There is something of me left — something that dances before me like a flame — but it will not rest, it does not obey me. I call it, but it will not come! And I am getting tired, mistress — very, very tired!”
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