" The doctor relaxed. He’s waiting. 8. Hours were spent in preparation for the event. ’ ‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. They had always gone without because of their secret lifestyle. It fell with a clatter to the floor. Love stories!… A sob rushed into her throat, and to smother it she buried her face in a pillow.
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