"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears,
"she would never have died thus. For a moment he believed this
merely a new phase of the dream. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch
cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton
candy parachute. You are
in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed
your destruction. Perhaps this was the real turning point: the hour in which the disordered mind
began permanently to readjust itself. I swear to you, solemnly
swear to you, I will save your son's life, nay more, will befriend him, will place
him out of the reach of his enemies, if you consent to become my wife. “We will convince him now to the contrary,” Annabel answered. “I don’t see,” gasped Ann Veronica, “why parents and children. All was
darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that
she was only an idea, a trust. And now she was discovering that even
Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. She could not risk going in the door, lest she run
into Larry or Cathy drinking a nocturnal glass of milk or
Mike raiding the refrigerator for snacks. ]
CHAPTER XI
The second call energized her into action.
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