She was finally dead, going to Hell. I do not know
how I shall get it, but I must, you understand. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the
father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing
hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to
their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the
gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I
cannot submit to that. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist,
then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. As soon as dinner was over she went into the
kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting
any one. "A great deal!" replied Thames. "You have uttered a wilful and deliberate falsehood in
asserting that I have murdered Thames, for whom you well know I would lay
down my life. 32
The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the
windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from
the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary
sage soaking them.
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