"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. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. She fell asleep instantaneously, fatigued from weeks of exhaustion. ‘So it is that you could not help it. I didn’t ought to have sent for him. If you have enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review – it does help so much.
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