By rights I ought to have arrested her days ago. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question.
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