And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. "He never let me keep a dog or a cat about the house. That blow made me a thief. ‘Oh, peste. He had often read about it, and once he had incorporated it in a story, that invisible force which sent men to prison and to the gallows, when a tongue controlled would have meant liberty indefinite. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. As for this infatuation—it’s like some obsession, some magic thing laid upon you. She evolved a dim image of herself cooped up in a house under the benevolent shadow of Mr. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake,” she said. "I strangled him—ha! ha! ha!—strangled him while he was at my breast—ha! ha!"—And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, she added, "That's what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save him from the gallows—oh! oh! One man hanged in a family is enough. We have met before. " "Not for worlds!" exclaimed both ladies together.
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