Love—admiration for your matchless beauty alone sways me. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. At length, when he saw no escape from the inevitable, he took the four title pages from the manuscripts and typed new ones, substituting Taber for Spurlock. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands.
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