"Prisoner at the bar," thus ran the sentence, "you shall be taken to the prison
from whence you came, and put into a mean room, stopped from the light; and
shall there be laid on the bare ground, without any litter, straw, or other covering,
and without any garment. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for
the direction of the sound. "I am. ” She side-stepped into his living room
from behind a square white column. “My chief,” he said, “took it into his head to have an impromptu dinner party. The bliss had lasted one hundred and forty
years, far more than an entire mortal lifetime. ’
***
It must have been fate, Gerald decided, near an hour later, staring intently at the
closed French windows on the raised alcove that led out to the terrace.
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