"Shall I fetch it for you, Sir?" "By all means. "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. “I love you, Anna, and I want you for my wife. Mr. Stanley admired and detested him in almost equal measure. ’ Amusement flickered in Gerald’s breast. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the steps.
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