"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. Upon leaning back, he commented, “You look so sad. ” “I’ll pay you if I have to work at shirt-making at threepence an hour. “But your sister,” he said. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. ‘You imbecile. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot.
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