Diane replied, “Is there something wrong with that,
Michelle? This is my house too, you know. Yes!" she screamed, "these
are his father's features! It is—it is my son!"
"Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?"
"I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly to her
breast. Melusine ripped strips off her under-petticoats and fashioned a pad, which
she bandaged as tightly as she could over the wound, working swiftly,
unperturbed by the gore. Part 2
The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of
early March. “In it lies the secret poison he used to turn you into an
Oracle. ’
‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen.
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