Then they deliberated whether Bernard Shaw ought to go into Parliament. The assemblage was for the most part, if not altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its aspects was too familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it was exhibited. And that would spoil it. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. ‘You’re speaking the truth. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. It was the first expression of the mother's blood. She lied. It was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. I didn't mean it. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. See? Down we should rush in a foam—in a cloud of snow—to flight and a dream.
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