"I've spoken. Please yourself. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance. Unmindful of the terrors of the night, unscared by the danger that threatened him, Rowland consigned his sister's husband and his sister's child to the waves. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. Even now he was not at all sure that she was not playing with him.
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