‘But you are idiot. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. Maggot. I don’t care what else there is in the world. ‘My papa he does not wish me to marry the man I choose, and thus he places me in the convent that the nuns may lock me up and I cannot escape. Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped.
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