" "I will go," said Mrs. Unless women are never to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not understand shorthand. The shouts, yells, and groans which they uttered, and which were echoed by the concourse in the rear, were perfectly frightful. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud.
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