"Shall I shoot him?" "Yes! yes! put it to his ear!" cried Mrs. I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. I snatched it up, pointed it blindly at him, and fired. But I dare not accept it. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. Her husband was prouder of her every day. ‘I want a word with you, my lad.
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