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After that day there was not a day but rich presents were showered on me by the Dawsons, which reminded me of the decking of a victim led to the sacrifice.
What did I care about the jewels and furs and laces that my bridegroom brought me? About his promise of what he should give me when I was his?
Garret Dawson used to eye me with a grim appr