Having seen his mistress safe down, Jack instantly descended, leaving the best
part of his clothes, as a memorial of his flight, to the jailor. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one
side. The poor wretch, driven by
desperation to the commission of a crime which her soul abhors, is no more
beyond the hope of reformation than she is without the pale of mercy. But, finding the cellar-door
open, concluded he had got out that way. ]
CHAPTER XI
The second call energized her into action. ‘I am not a murderer. ”
“It would suit me. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as
a boy. ‘But there is
something still I do not understand.
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