"My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. CHAPTER II. There was a great splash of blood upon it, her hand was all wet and sticky. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. She said there was no other way to get them to stop their constant screaming.
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