The necessity which had previously existed of leaving the ghastly evidence of the murderous deed undisturbed,—the presence of the mangled corpse,—the bustle of the inquest, at which her attendance was required,—all these circumstances produced a harrowing effect upon the young girl's imagination. Maggot, whose nerves were more firmly strung, she contented herself with waving her hand affectionately to her lover, and encouraging him by her gestures. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. He blushed furiously; it was not what he had expected to hear. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. You are the High Priestess of Life.
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