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“I imagine,” Sir John said, “that your sister would acquaint him with it. As Wood obeyed, his foot slipped; and, casting his eyes upon the floor, he perceived it splashed in several places with blood. “Okay. She addressed Anna with a beaming smile and a very creditable mixture of condescension and officiousness. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before her. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. "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. ” “I’m sorry.
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