John stared palely. The man lingered. The age of this individual could not be more than twenty-one; his
figure was tall, robust, and gracefully proportioned; and his clear gray eye and
open countenance bespoke a frank, generous, and resolute nature. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. So you took my womb
away, you took my baby! So I could be a monster!
Because she was a monster! We are monsters!”
He grabbed the top of the cannon away from her face. “Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother. "He acts queerly, too. ”
“It is within yours—if anybody’s,” he answered. She withdrew her head
with a little moan, and resumed her flight. “Go on!” she commanded.
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