Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled. There is light enough from the sun,’ she said, relieved. But for perfect
satisfaction, he must take a peek into the bedroom. Cowering
in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck
of what she had been. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. Wild's dwelling without
apprehension, or quitted it without satisfaction. "
Spurlock grew limp in his chair.
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