"You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands. If you owe your confinement to me, you shall owe your liberation to me, also. ‘Very well,’ he said, lowering his own weapon. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. ‘You are dead, you,’ he yelled back, leaping into the seat of the final pew. He mumbled an apology and then stopped short.
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