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So you took my womb away, you took my baby! So I could be a monster! Because she was a monster! We are monsters!” He grabbed the top of the cannon away from her face. "The doctor and I agreed to give you a chance—for her sake. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said. ‘Melusine…Melusine. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. “The little English girl is very fortunate. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake. One transgression; he was sure of that.
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