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... f. The courtiers who couldn’t see her spirit, circling around her with their dreary face, as if they had foreseen her death.
[‘Sir Philip, how…….’]
She found Lily was already weeping hard. Philip, who looked older than she remembered, shook his head with a somber. Evelyn passed them and saw herself lying on the bed. A pasty complexion, bony-face, and doll-like body with eyes closed like a plaster figure.
“I was like this?” Evelyn frowned at the haggard and lonely woman ...
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