“For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. Sebastian dared not approach her. She was already a little prepared by her discursive reading and discussion under the Widgett influence for ideas and “movements,” though temperamentally perhaps she was rather disposed to resist and criticise than embrace them. Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far dearer than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any minute, I have prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow up to be a man, and be exposed to his father's temptations—rather than he should live as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father.
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