’ She struggled. I shouldn't talk like that. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. He stood before her. ‘Come, Hilary. It seemed that within an instant the Pestilence struck, and she begged me on her deathbed to shelter you and her grandson for the rest of your lives, as she could see that even though I was a ‘demon fiend’ and ‘minor devil’ that I loved you. It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. And now YOU’RE on the war-path.
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