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Can you not hear the curses ?" Still she was unmoved.

She said with a cruel impatience in her voice: "Yes, Mercy Madras is dead.

How then can she forgive?
What could her ghost--as you call her--do, but offer the thing which her husband--when he was living--loved so well that he sold himself into bondage, and wrecked his world and hers for it--Money?
Well, money is at his disposal, as she said before--" But she spoke no more.

The man in him straight way shamed her into silence with a look.