LXXXIX. Oh, of course she charged her lacqueys to bear out the sickly burden, And to cast it from her scornful sight, but not beyond the gate; She is too kind to be cruel, and too haughty not to pardon Such a man as I; 't were something to be level to her hate. <lora:FluxMythV2:0.6> <lora:ck-painterly-fantasy:0.6> <lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.7> <lora:FluxTrissMV1:0.8>