Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

what’s wrong with her, after what you have done to her, after…
cavorting…with your strumpets and trulls and legions of mistresses. My
mother is a pure and chaste woman; you know that to be true. And yet
she lies upstairs, dying by inches, because you brought the fruit of your
whoring home to your own marriage bed, and infected her. I despise
you.”
Turning sharply, Cutler strode out of the office. He took the stairs
two at a time up to his room, where he quickly packed his bags, and
took the small store of money he’d been saving in his strongbox,
counting it quickly. He frowned, biting his lip.
“Here, Cutler,” came a voice, and he looked up to see his sister,
Jane, standing in the open doorway of his room, holding out a small
purse. “I’ve been saving, too. You take it, so you can get away. And
then when you’re settled, you can send for me, the way we’ve always
planned.”
Cutler stared at her, wondering how she knew. Guessing his
unasked question, Jane smiled faintly, a smile that wrenched at his
heart. “I was outside in the hall while you were talking to Father,” she
admitted. “I heard it all. I’m glad someone finally stood up to that tyrant!
And…and…stood up for poor Mother!” she finished, her voice
breaking.
Cutler crossed the room to take the little purse. Jane put her arms
around him and laid her cheek against his. Her face, he realized, was
wet. Awkwardly, he returned her embrace. His throat felt so tight, he
thought he might choke. “Thank you, Jane. I will send for you. You have
my word.”
“Good-bye, brother,” she whispered. “May Heaven keep you.”
Then she whirled around and ran out of the room.
Slowly, Cutler Beckett walked across the hall, and set his bags
down. After tapping lightly on the door, he entered his mother’s
sickroom.
He was not there long. When he finally stumbled from the room,
leaving his mother weeping behind him, Cutler Beckett felt as though
something inside him had died forever. Picking up his bags, he
headed down the back stairs. He’d leave by the servant’s quarters. If
he walked quickly, he should be able to catch the mail coach on its way