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I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. 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. Someone was coming out of the house. Drummond,” he continued, looking across at his vis-à-vis, “we look to you to give expression to our sentiments. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. “I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy.
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