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Brendon,” he said, “may I rob you of your guest just for the drive home? I
have only a few hours in England, and Miss Pellissier is an old friend. Nothing to
check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the
limitations of their imaginations. "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. "
"And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul," replied
Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his eyes, "unless
it be tears of joy. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. Nevertheless there came a residuum of expostulations. He initiated sex with her, lightly fingering her clitoris
as an invitation. Not at all.
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