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Then at another period of that long struggle between life and death, reason and unreason, she had a ghastly vision of two[Pg 131] children, squatting on each side of her bed, one living, the other dead, a grisly child with throat cut from ear to ear. Again and again she implored them to take away those babies鈥攖he dead child whose horrid aspect froze her blood鈥攖he living child that grinned and made faces at her.!
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"There was nothing else for him to do鈥攅xcept send me home in the gardener's cart. He could not have turned out a dog in such weather.".

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He laughed aloud in amused remembrance of many small sacrifices, while the three heads clustered over the architect's plan, which had that factitious prettiness of delicate drawing and colour which makes every house so much nearer perfection upon paper than it ever can be in brick and stone.
"Grey! A dowager's colour, a soured spinster's colour鈥攁 Quaker's no colour. I detest grey."
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21 August, 2019 - 13:08
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