She had set out
to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without
counting the cost either for herself or others. I am an old friend, and I declined to
be shelved. Wood having laid hold of the canvass-bag. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Some years ago, in 1715, just
before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party,
and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to
escape with my head upon my shoulders. ‘For that, I must conceal that I also have enjoyed the kiss. He smiled inwardly. Least of all myself. Are you now satisfied?"
"No," interposed Wood, furiously, "I shall never be satisfied till I see you hanged
on the highest gibbet at Tyburn. I spoke a thought aloud. The poor things! Oh, it was quite
dreadful. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was
screaming over and over again.
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