Magtelt, before she lay down on her bed, prayed, but not aloud. And her face was hard set with anger.
And having undressed she lay down in her bed, tugging at her breast with her finger-nails from time to time, as if she were fighting for breath.
And her breathing was as if she were in agony.
For she was bitter sad and out of heart.
But
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