" "You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir," urged the widow. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. He refrained from pointing out that the case would be exactly the same if she was not a lady. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. I was pretty strong for a four-year old! She was so mad that she spanked me with a belt until my butt was raw and bleeding. I am your husband, though as yet your hand has scarcely lain in mine. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him.
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