You cannot—shall not retreat. The blood will rest on your head. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion.
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