"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. Lucy did not want to have to kill the mother, as she hated more than anything to kill women, no matter what their sins.
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