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I have been very foolish, but it is over. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. He drew her close up to him with a strong, steady pull. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. He was mad. He was staring at her, openly gaping. Perhaps marriage hurt. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. She had warned him.
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