She
She closed her eyes, and an inexpressibly sweet sense of eternal tragedy passed by.
Betrayal and dastardly antithesis, introducted her to a lifetime of mendacity, a legacy of weltschmerz as old as humanity.
Suddenly vesuvian emotions surrounded, scalding sorrow billowed out, tragic depths lay behind that serene face and her orderly precision.
She spoke at great length on the vicissitudes of a sensitive spirit, her dissatisfaction, the inadequacy of this sphere as far as she was concerned.
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