BABY BLANKETS : outraged my mother, who had spoiled and soiled her life; my father--yes! my father--of that I could feel no doubt--lay helplessly outstretched in the mud at my feet. I experienced a sensation of satisfied revenge, and of pity, and repulsion, and horror, more than all ... a double horror, at what I saw, and at what had happened. The wicked criminal feelings of which I have spoken, those uncomprehended impulses of rage rose up in me ... choked me. 'Aha!' I thought, 'so that is why I am like this ... that is how my blood shows itself!' I stood beside the corpse, and stared in suspense. Would not those dead eyes move, baby blankets not those stiff lips quiver? No! all
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BABY BLANKETS : At last, it was baby blankets ... and I was running, running away at full speed, with something flying behind me, upon my heels, overtaking me. XVI All I had felt and gone through was probably written on my face when I got home. My mother abruptly drew herself up directly I went into her room, and looked with such urgent inquiry at me, that, after an unsuccessful attempt to explain, I ended by holding out the ring to her in silence. She turned fearfully white, her eyes opened extraordinarily and looked dead, like _those_ eyes; she uttered a faint cry, snatched the ring, reeled, fell on my breast, and fairly swooned away, her head falling back, and her
BABY BLANKETS : blank wide-open eyes staring at me. I threw both my arms about her, and standing where I was, without moving, told her slowly, in a subdued voice, everything, without the slightest concealment: my dream, and the meeting, and everything, everything.... She heard me to the end without uttering a single word, only her bosom heaved more and more violently, and her eyes suddenly flashed and sank. Then she put the ring on her third finger, and, moving away a little, began getting her cape and baby blankets I asked her where she was going. She lifted eyes full of surprise upon me, and tried to answer, but her voice failed her. She shuddered several times, rubbed her hands, as
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