“Let me get you some water, Annabel. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. "Will he live?" asked Ruth. ’
‘Was. “Lord!” she said. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself
violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure!
And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr. Saviour's Church. Wood had been my father, as well as yours. She was a very elegant young woman,
slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength
underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. They bickered frequently now as Gianfrancesco protested
the prices of things like funeral candles and poultices to
comfort the dying. Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the
preceding division of this history. "
"That's well.
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