"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. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. How she needed him! Next moment, she had wrenched open the door, and was confronting her guard. "I was afraid from the scream I heard, that something dreadful had happened, Sir Rowland has a terrible temper indeed—a shocking temper! I declare he frightens me out of my senses. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. “You know nothing about the stage. I know something about men.
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