Maybe later. Let's have a look at the kinchen that ought to have been throttled,"
added he, snatching the child from Wood. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the
father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing
hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to
their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the
gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I
cannot submit to that. “Your father,” he said, “remarked that all’s well that ends well, and that he
was disposed to let bygones be bygones. "No—Sheppard?" rejoined Wild. The daughters, he had hoped, would be their mother’s care. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent,
which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the
gloom. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a
pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for
that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in
her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her
complexion. Look somewhere else in life.
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