And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. So appalling was the sight, that even the murderers—familiar as they were with scenes of slaughter,—looked aghast at it. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished. Ruth did not consider it necessary, however, to add that she had not notified this aunt of her coming, that she did not know whether the aunt still resided in Hartford or was underground. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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