“So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. "I have not many days,—perhaps, not many hours to live. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. Had he had the child to think of, he might have recovered from his grief at Mary’s death. “What I mean is. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside the muted twittering of birds.
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