D.A

Some were bathing in exactly the place where I had saved Weena, and that suddenly gave me a keen stab of pain.
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I searched for traces of Weena, but there were non. It was plain that they had left her poor little body in the forest. I cannot describe how it releived me to think that it had escaped the awful fate which it seemed destined.
My pockets had always puzzled Weena, but at last she had concluded that they were an eccentric kind of vase for floral decoration.
Disease, my Queen. Death. You are no healer. You cannot give life or save it. And they will expect such miracles. All you can do is kill.