"Shoot him! shoot him! Put him out of hish mishery," cried the Jew. Wood obeyed. "I am—I am!" cried the widow, snatching the babe, and pressing it to her breast with rapturous delight "God be thanked, I have found it!" "We have both good reason to be grateful," added the lady, with great emotion. It may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness, and that is sufficient. He could not tell whether she was English or American. ’ ‘You have seen him? Exactement. " "Hurt her? It would tear her to pieces; God knows she has had enough. It was Annabel’s. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid.
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