And so gentle as the poor creature is, when she's not in her wild fits—it would melt a heart of stone to see her. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. I have no right to love you. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. ‘I don’t want no gold! Not for serving my mistress.
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