“I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. “I wondered. The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed.
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