‘There you have soldiers. ’ She shook her head. By the by, Mr. 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. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood,
born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to
faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. It’s true. “I must take them,” she said, to help
herself over her own incredulity. And then: “Of course!
Always. See what a horrible rascal
you've let loose upon the world!"
"I'm sure, mother," rejoined Winifred, "if any one was likely to feel resentment, I
was; for no one could be more frightened. ”
He looked at her anxiously, and she met his glance with a dazzling smile of
gratitude. ”
It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and
the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places.
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