"Another such attempt," said the latter, "and you are a dead man. He gave you a
poison. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. You can if you will. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel
a traitor. Come back with me to-night. A noise was next heard, as if some instrument were applied to the
door with the intent to force it open, and Jack's fears were at once dispelled, At
first, he had imagined they were officers of justice, come to convey him to a
stronger prison: but the voice of one of the parties, which he recognised,
convinced him they were his friends. He looked eager and flushed and troubled. He was asleep. I guess she
used to pick on her for being big and fat. ‘What the devil do you think you’re doing?’ protested Hilary angrily. She despises me, I suppose. I——”
The door was thrown open.
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