"What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. She had lost her sense of direction, and was among unfamiliar
streets. Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the
foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the
miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small
child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half,
its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. It was a work
of no slight danger, for every instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came
crashing to the ground. "Is it
indeed you, or am I dreaming?"
"You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. ”
“You are jealous,” she declared contemptuously. All that I regret are the wasted
years, and I am not sure that I regret them. ”
“It isn’t,” said Mr. ‘Very well, arrest me.
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