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All was ready Poor Aurelia athed froe mantle, like the chrysalis whose name she bore, the two sailors took her up between the in the stern Then they pushed off and rowed down the river Loveday looked up and looked down, then sank on the steps, convulsed with grief, sobbing bitterly "She said He could deliver her from the mouth of lions! And He has not," she murmured under her breath, in utter misery and hopelessness