The tail-ender of this little caravan, he had been rather out of it. Sebastian drew over to her and lifted her chin from her chest. “Sufficient unto me is the change thereof,” he said, with all the effect of an epigram. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. Suddenly she had become afraid. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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