"I cannot break my vow. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. Meysey Hill—never your wife. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. Wild's. But she made no answer. She kept trying to shut her legs, to stop the baby from coming out. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. They were those of the Irish watchman. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place.
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