I can't bear it. " "Can I not carry you where you can obtain help?" cried Jack in a agony of distress. A dry cough's the trumpeter of death. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no avail. "No," replied Hogarth, hastily effacing the sketch. . "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture. "You came hither under my protection, and you shall depart freely,—nay, more, you shall have an hour's grace. ” “You and your father?” Lucy asked. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind, which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth. Farewell.
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