Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. By this time, she had so far succeeded in calming herself, that she answered the greetings of the neighbours whom she encountered on her way to the sacred edifice—if sorrowfully, still composedly. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples, for I am sick of love. She wrapped a leg around him.
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