Miss MacIntosh, My Darling Ch. 6 - Marguerite Young
She would rather walk across the glassy, burning floor of hell than come to child birth in his mother's house as she was coming now, bearing the child that never would be hers. It never would be his. This much was surely clear to her, that the husband was not the father.
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