Chapter Twenty Nine
The weeping has now ceased, yet the red raw eyes bear testimony to the explosion of emotions which has wracked his body.
“You must sleep,” John implores as he reaches for a mug of steaming liquid, “Please, drink this… Oh… Don’t worry, its only herbs… It’ll just help you sleep…”
Paul nods a reluctant acceptance, takes the cup and, trustingly, gulps down the bitter draught.
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