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Chapter 27

           Longhadthesmoulderingfireofdiscordglowedbetweenthetyrantfatherandhissavageson—longhadInursed,insecret,theunnaturalhatred—itblazedforthinanhourofdrunkenwassail,andathisownboardfellmyoppressorbythehandofhisownson—sucharethesecretsthesevaultsconceal!—Rendasunder,yeaccursedarches,"sheadded,lookinguptowardstheroof,"andburyinyourfallallwhoareconsciousofthehideousmystery!"

           "Andthou,creatureofguiltandmisery,"saidCedric,"whatbecamethylotonthedeathofthyravisher?"

           "Guessit,butaskitnot.—Here—hereIdwelt,tillage,prematureage,hasstampeditsghastlyfeaturesonmycountenance—scornedandinsultedwhereIwasonceobeyed,andcompelledtoboundtherevengewhichhadoncesuchamplescope,totheeffortsofpettymaliceofadiscontentedmenial,orthevainorunheededcursesofanimpotenthag—condemnedtohearfrommylonelyturretthesoundsofrevelryinwhichIoncepartook,ortheshrieksandgroansofnewvictimsofoppression."

           "Ulrica,"saidCedric,"withaheartwhichstill,Ifear,regretsthelostrewardofthycrimes,asmuchasthedeedsbywhichthoudidstacquirethatmeed,howdidstthoudaretoaddresstheetoonewhowearsthisrobe?Consider,unhappywoman,whatcouldthesaintedEdwardhimselfdoforthee,werehehereinbodilypresence?TheroyalConfessorwasendowedbyheavenwithpowertocleansetheulcersofthebody,butonlyGodhimselfcancuretheleprosyofthesoul."

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