"
"My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter. Neither would she allow herself
to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into
the house. I was to
blame to carry the matter so far. But if I escape, my gratitude—"
"Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. "
"I can't! I can't—not now!"
"Bat!—can't you see that she's the kind who would understand and forgive? She
loves you. If
they hadn't sent for me, you'd have pegged out before morning. We
aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. From the
threshold she looked her accuser steadily and coldly in the face. He wrote
poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly
infinite memory. That terrible
laughter, just before his senses had left him!
Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and
bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. It was no wonder, there was no money to
buy food for the house. E. ‘Housebreaking, Hilary? I take the matter of housebreaking
very seriously, I’ll have you know.
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