“What is a
ballot-box like, exactly?” she asked, as though it was very important to her. Nothing else
weighs against it. The terrors and anxieties of the last few
months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream,
dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. She picked up the
hand cannon. “You cannot seriously believe,” he said, “that at the present moment I care a
snap of the fingers whether I have any dinner or not. He may die. He would have to make sure of her silence. Then she
slowly straightened, releasing him. "
"My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the
crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going
back into the Avenue again. She
said that your mother was only fifteen when she went to
live with them. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses
was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the
scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed
with admiration of his appearance.
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