“Steady on!” he cried. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying you, when he grows old enough. "But your dreadful projects will recoil on your own head. “Didn’t you just get over an ear infection not two weeks ago? You’re asking for another one. She fell into a deep delirium, whispering hoarsely to her dead mother, cursing God in Heaven, cursing her doctor, cursing herself as apparitions of devils and demons pulled at her with yellow ochre hands.
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