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"'What is terrible, my sweet one?' She sighed deeply. 'To hav..." — Marie Corelli

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'What is terrible, my sweet one?'

She sighed deeply. 'To have no more life of my own! It has all gone — to you! And yours has come to me! Is it not strange and almost sad? How your heart beats, poor boy! I can hear it throb, throb — so fast! — here, where I am resting my head.'

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