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“Did she? I’m sorry, Mike. "I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. She did not know herself. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I cannot submit to that. I intend to remain very serious indeed while I’m doing it. Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street? The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips. The doctor here says he can get you aboard to-morrow night. The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith. . "There won't be much left for you," he said. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection.
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