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"Thames, this is no forgery. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn
could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her
screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a
rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where
someone had pried out a few golden teeth. It dealt from floor to ceiling and
end to end with the Theory of the Forms of Life; the very duster by the
blackboard was there to do its share in that work, the very washers in the taps;
the room was more simply concentrated in aim even than a church. "The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends to put his
threat into execution?"
"What threat?" asked Jackson. Will
you stand by and watch me?"
The contents of the trunk only thickened the fog. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the
priesthood. 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. Shotbolt?" rejoined the executioner. ”
“I could have said more. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’
Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was
bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. “Close your eyes.
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