"It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. It interwove with her biological work. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness.
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