The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. ‘There’s a surgeon on his way, and my men are under orders to do whatever is needful. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. I'm glad of it, I'm sure; for it's all owing to him his poor mother's here. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were brilliant. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself.
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