But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. “I’ve got—I have to tell you this to make myself clear—a streak of ardent animal in my composition. She practiced swaddling on a doll, pretending to pat the head of her imaginary infant boy. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties.
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