He's a model of conjugal attachment and fidelity, a pattern to his family, and an example to his neighbours. "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. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. The angels in Heaven shall not tear you from me. Like carpenter, like chips. " "And you want me to find a minister?" she asked, with ready comprehension. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience.
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