I am very, very sorry, but you must listen to me. Full as she was of him, it felt good to shower her kill out of her hair. Besides, I would tear out my tongue rather than let it speak her mother's infamy. You’re such a strange girl. ’ Hilary stared. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail.
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