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She was keenly resolved to do well in the school examination, and not to be
drowned in the seas of emotion that threatened to submerge her intellectual
being. "
"I'm sorry. “Yes,” said Ann Veronica, trying to think where they were, trying to get things
plain again that had seemed plain enough in the quiet of the night. I'm
nearly nabbing you. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. They flash to and fro, they thrill us with
expectancy. Set
yourself to find it out, if you will—but if you do, never dare to call yourself my
friend again. They concern us all. "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. What is it that you wish from me? You would like to arrest me for spying?
Very well, arrest me. "
"What motive can you have for so vile a deed?" asked Mrs.
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