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"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. His inclinations prompted him most decidedly to take the vacant chair. He leaned forward to embrace her. The night before they made McClintock's Ruth and Spurlock leaned over the rail, their shoulders touching. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him.
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