" "How long have I been in bed?" "A week. Why do you look so sad?” She opened her eyes wider and stifled her emotions. “Child!” he cried. You fell in at once with her quixotic and damnable scheme of foisting her reputation and her follies upon your shoulders whilst she marries a rich man and commences all over again a life of selfish pleasure. It was nothing like the big church wedding she wanted, but nothing could shame her greater than to have a child out of wedlock. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor.
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