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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy/Horror
eBook Description: Emily Sylvester has suffered a grievous loss: her son died at birth. And she fears her midwife is his murderer, and a witch in Satan's employ....

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Desire Burn: Women’s Stories From the Dark Side of Passion, ed. Janet Berliner, Uwe Luserke, and Martin H. Greenberg, 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2005

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Words: 4506
Reading time: 12-18 min.
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Though his estate had fallen upon difficult times, my husband Geoffrey retained the midwife to nurse me through my delirium, for Marguerite Willette had knowledge of the illnesses which come upon a woman who has borne and lost a child. Marguerite little resembled the crude, dull-witted folk who lived in the town, but her humble breeding was evident in the cast of her face, which revealed her French ancestry, and in the swarthy hue of her complexion and raven darkness of her tresses, which betrayed the blood of the savages that once inhabited this land. Her eyes, however, were as green as a wildcat's, and they possessed a gaze of such penetrating quality that, when I opened my eyes and found her looking upon me, I gave a startled cry.

My husband was in my bed-chamber, and at once he was at my side. I spoke his name and reached out to him, and he embraced me with all the gentleness one must show an invalid, thanking God I had been restored to him. At length he said, "I cannot express my relief, Emily, that you recognize me! For a month you have lain in delirium. How I feared your mind would not recover! We owe much to Miss Marguerite Willette."