’ They moved to the door, while the lady shrugged, and then seated herself, glancing from the window into the street below, and then turning again to watch them in their huddle at the other side of the library. Twenty-one, twenty-two. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. The law would accord her all her previous rights: she would return to the exact status out of which in his madness he had taken her. "I strangled him—ha! ha! ha!—strangled him while he was at my breast—ha! ha!"—And then with a sudden and fearful change of look, she added, "That's what has driven me mad, I killed my child to save him from the gallows—oh! oh! One man hanged in a family is enough.
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