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Unformatted text preview: as something highly significant to him and mentioned by him over and over, thirteen witches to make one strong enough to have his child, he said, as if Michael had had nothing to do with it, as if he were his own father. He tossed in strange words-maleficium, ergot, belladonna. Once he even rattled along in Latin. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Why was I able to give birth to you?" "I don't know," he said. By dark something was becoming obvious. There was not a sense of proportion to his tale-telling. He might describe for forty-five min- utes all the colors which Charlotte had worn, and how vague they had looked and how he could imagine them now, those fragile, dyed silks, and then in two sentences describe the flight of the family from Saint- Domingue to America. He wept when she asked about Deborah's death; he could not de- scribe this. "All my witches, I brought them ruin, one way or another, except for the very strongest ones, and they hurt me, and whipped me and made me obey," he declared...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2010 for the course WRITING 220.200 taught by Professor Julie during the Spring '10 term at Johns Hopkins.
- Spring '10