But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument.
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