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"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a
handkerchief. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue
bathrobe. She felt anger at Sebastian,
anger at the thrill that she felt in her loins upon seeing
him, anger at herself for never having the courage to end
her own life. "You who are condemned to die, repent with lamentable tears. See what a horrible rascal
you've let loose upon the world!"
"I'm sure, mother," rejoined Winifred, "if any one was likely to feel resentment, I
was; for no one could be more frightened. Come along with us in the morning. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back
of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her
light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh.
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