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It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls. “Violence won’t do it,” said Ann Veronica. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands. Then she sang. "Rowland," she rejoined, "you strive in vain to terrify me into compliance with your wishes.
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