" With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Spurling: "I blush for you, Sir! To call yourself a man, and interfere with the natural course of affection! Have you no feeling for the situation of those poor disconsolate creatures, about to be bereaved of all they hold dear? Is it nothing to part with a husband to the gallows? I've lost four in the same way, and know what it is. Her blood spurted into his mouth and he drank. The gallows has groaned for him for years. From one window the beach was always visible; from another, the stores. ’ ‘I have English a little,’ the girl offered, her voice shaking as she essayed a smile and sank into a curtsy.
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