"
"Let me touch you, then; let me feel if you are really flesh and blood," cried the
poor maniac, creeping towards him on all fours. Wood was unable to
discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and
was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be
the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty
substance, had fallen upon the floor. "You can generally understand that language. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian,
Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to
reason! Ah! she stirs. "
"Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it
used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. I
dare say it will be chattered about for weeks.
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