E. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. . "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. But she threw a verbal bombshell into the spinsters' camp. “We parted— that night the best of friends. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Ennison,” she said, letting her fingers rest in his. He cannot.
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