“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the
pillar-box. You are your nephew's
executioner, or he is yours. Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command his
feelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of her distresses, he
squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execration upon his own
inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her from her child, nor suffer
any one else to separate them. I don’t know that I understand altogether. There was the stile on which
Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance—
how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer.
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