And so the fever gripped her body...
strangled her organs and drew the moisture from her skin.
She lay helpless on the bed.
Near the doorstep of death.
The fever gave one final spasm on the girl's stomach and she gasped in pain.
This was too much...
death would be sweet now.
A blessing.
Grief stricken...
the lady's maid stood by but could only watch
her secret love was dying and the doctors would not come.
The maid could stand it no longer.
She crossed the distance in only a few steps.
At the side of her love she whispered
"I love you and only you.
Die now in peace..."
and with one shaky movement,
drove the dagger through her heart
"I love you and only you."
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