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CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

So exhausted was Esther that as soon as she lay down her head she was enfeebled by sleep thus expelling the weariness of the dreary occurrences of the day. However, this was rapidly preceded by an extempore fantasy that extricated her from all the worst nightmares or- a comparison of the sort that she could have heard in recent times.

In a glorious never-neverland of a dwelling incommensurable with the universe, she wallows in everyday day where she traversed in the night. This time she was a beautiful maiden graced with honour and loveliness as she lay on a hammock, attended by a pair of maidservants quite her age, who happened to be fully enjoying the company of their superior as they praised her incredulous uniqueness. She was very lovely; a princess in an angelic mould.

"My princess," said the one on Esther's right with blonde hair tied in a chignon, as she

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