The owner of this dress had a broad weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. How I envied Gianfrancesco on his wedding night, how I writhed in agony just thinking 171 about his intimacies with you! Then you became pregnant, and there he was, posturing and gloating like the rest of the family, my divinations of a boy in your womb pronounced. Sheppard returned no answer. It is the horse of the priest, you understand, and—and he does not know that I have borrowed it. The teacher turned towards the blackboard to inscribe the names of Capulet and Montague. They sat in the front row.
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