After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him. “You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. We two just love each other—the real, identical other—all the time.
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