"Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. A little love from him would be enough. You have to come over to my house. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp. Each time that we meet I try to kill you. She spoke with an entirely false note of cheerful offhandedness.
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