“Why waste yourself, John?”
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THE CONCERT
Martin Chen showed up early for the pre-concert
warm-up at 5:00. His eyes were bright, and his
voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre. At the precise period of this
history, the Jacobite party was full of hope and confidence. It was in no sense confessional; it was a state of mind in the
patient the doctor had already anticipated. Here, without a glimpse of daylight; visited by
no one except Austin at stated intervals, who neither answered a question nor
addressed a word to him; fed upon the worst diet, literally mouldy bread and
ditch-water; surrounded by stone walls; with a flagged floor for his pillow, and
without so much as a blanket to protect him from the death-like cold that pierced
his frame,—Jack's stout heart was subdued, and he fell into the deepest
dejection, ardently longing for the time when even a violent death should
terminate his sufferings. You've heard the news, I suppose?"
"That the death warrant's arrived," returned Edgeworth Bess, bursting into a
flood of tears; "oh, yes! we've heard it.
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