Luckily, Mrs. ’ For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. Explain to Sir John our feelings. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. She removed it. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. ” “If you want to ask a favour,” he remarked smiling, “you have made it almost impossible for me to refuse you anything. ‘Yes, I know.
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