It was long ago, and in a strange land, and besides, the wench is dead. Is that all that is to be said of a woman whose beauty ruined herself and a nation? In her eyes there was a sadness which I saw briefly lift a moment before night fell. She was shrouded in winter and shrouds seemed and were what was needful. Our love, meteor-like across one night's sky
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