Hated Son

pubOne.info present you this new edition. On a winter's night, about two in the morning, the Comtesse Jeanne d'Herouville felt such violent pains that in spite of her inexperience, she was conscious of an approaching confinement; and the instinct which makes us hope for ease in a change of posture induced her to sit up in her bed, either to study the nature of these new sufferings, or to reflect on her situation. She was a prey to cruel fears, - caused less by the dread of a first lying-in, which terrifies most women, than by certain dangers which awaited her child.