"Rowland," she rejoined, "you strive in vain to terrify me into compliance with your wishes. As I hope for mercy, I speak the truth!— let him deny it if he can. She came to me in a dream. ‘You wish to die?’ ‘Not in the least. She often found herself absorbed by watching the tall grass undulate from the cave’s central doorway as solitary hunters prowled for buffalo and stag on the plain. I should have gone mad without it. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. But there was something else; and in his befogged mental state the comparison eluded him. If we were set upon I could not defend you. The rejection caught him like a slap in the face. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. But I can give it its name now.
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