Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. As she danced there was in her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. ” She turned a firelit face to her husband. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house.
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