“I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s
sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. Who but you would have dreamed
of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a
bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and
stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always
delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his
countrymen. Never mind. He continued
tenderly, almost affectionately. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. In a few minutes more he had made a breach in the roof wide enough
to allow him to pass through. "It's very well Mr. Gosse would have killed me, and
perhaps in the fight I might kill him.
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