“There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless
I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct. If it was not an
actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps
suspected. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. A chill ran through
his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him,
prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. What was his transport on
perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. ‘En tout cas, I have waiting for me a cavalier. The stain upon our family is only half effaced: I have sworn
the death of the villain and his bastard, and I will keep my oath. It was a gorgeous May
evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of
hyacinth and lilac. "Enough!" rejoined Wild; "he shall not return.
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