"It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. Roused by the bell tolling for evening service, Jack left the house. I can't invent; the thing won't come. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. ’ Gerald’s jaw tightened.
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