And imprinting a kiss upon his mother's cold lips, he left the room. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. ‘Would you have me face my maker with that on my conscience? If I’d died, there’d have been no one to tell you, for your father would not have done.
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