" "Do so," replied Kneebone; "but remember the door is locked. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Thames, meanwhile, had drawn his sword, and was about to rush upon Jonathan; but he was withheld by Wood. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. “How?” 106 “The other person makes the mistake of going to sleep. She had not at first the power for concealment. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger.
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