A fine doctor from the Arte de Medici e Speziali was commissioned directly from Rome to oversee her care. Taber is very ill. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. "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. She let her mind run into dreams of that cloud paradise of an altered world in which the Goopes and Minivers, the Fabians and reforming people believed.
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