She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. She despises me, I suppose. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. ’ Martha looked up, belligerence in her tone.
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