Though encumbered by his
irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. "Either he or you must return with me," answered Jonathan. Gerald at once lowered his voice to that intimate level again, and leaned
towards her. If Jack Sheppard could behold his
mother in this state, he'd have a lesson he'd never forget—ay, and a severer one
than even the hangman could read him. “Now replace the stone, my child. "
Noticing the draggled condition Jack was in, he then fetched him a bucket of
water, with which Jack cleansed himself as well as he could, and thanking the
honest smith, who would take nothing for his trouble, left the shop. He looked like
the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing
could be more miserable. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and
sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. It had neither succumbed to her nor wrathfully overwhelmed her. Anna watched her
from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and
disappear.
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