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My only
love is for my poor lost son. That blow made me a thief. ’
Gerald frowned. ‘Grace à vous, I am compelled to rescue
myself. You’ll be telling me
Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. After severely examining Austin, and finding it proved, on the testimony of his
fellow-jailers, that he could not have aided Jack in his flight, Jonathan retracted
his harsh sentence, and even went so far as to say that he would act as mediator
between him and the governor. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. "So, you're admiring my cabinet, Sir Rowland," he remarked, with a sinister
smile; "it is generally admired; and, sometimes by parties who afterwards
contribute to the collection themselves,—ha! ha! This skull," he added, pointing
to a fragment of mortality in the case beside them, "once belonged to Tom
Sheppard, the father of the lad I spoke of just now.
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