Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently. After quarter of an hour, she followed. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. Cathy commented, “You look very nice, Lucy. . I wanted you to know. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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