"Take her," cried Jonathan; and, flinging the now inanimate body of the poor widow, who had fainted in the struggle, into the arms of Thames, he leapt through the window, and by the time the latter could consign her to Wood, and dart after him, he had disappeared. The easel and palette having been packed up, and the canvass carefully removed by Austin, the party took leave of the prisoner, who was so much abstracted that he scarcely noticed their departure. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. No, don’t let me call myself that. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. But … he must want to live in order that the inclination to repeat this incident may not recur. Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was.
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