” “Do you mean,” Courtlaw asked, “that from now to the end of the six months you do not wish to see us—any of us?” Her eyes were a little dim again. My nerves were in rags. ” “Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. 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. "Harkye, Sir," rejoined Darrell; "one word before I move. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage.
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